This Canโt Be Happening Is he flirting with me? I must be imagining things. Why would Mason Sweet, the gorgeous mayor of Millbrook, Maine, the man Iโve secretly been in love with since seventh grade, flirt with me? Heโs the town golden boy, and Iโm, well, the local librarian. The Stepp sister who stayed close to home. The one who bakes browniesโฆthen eats them all. My thighs make that whick-whick-whick sound in pantyhose. He canโt possibly be flirting with me. So why is he giving me that melt-you-where-you-stand look? Why is he pulling me close? And what is he whispering in my earโฆ
Sorry, could you repeat that? Now Iโm hearing things, because I swear Mason just asked me if Iโd like toโฆwell, he wasnโt asking for a book recommendation, letโs put it that way. Oh my, my, my. Okay, Ellie, stop blushing like a teenaged girl. Iโm sure he didnโt mean it. Maybe I should just alphabetize something. Be the good girl everyone expects. Eat another brownie. Forget this ever happened. So why is it I canโt stop myself from saying, โYesโฆ.โ
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