This Canβt Be Happening Is he flirting with me? I must be imagining things. Why would Mason Sweet, the gorgeous mayor of Millbrook, Maine, the man Iβve secretly been in love with since seventh grade, flirt with me? Heβs the town golden boy, and Iβm, well, the local librarian. The Stepp sister who stayed close to home. The one who bakes browniesβ¦then eats them all. My thighs make that whick-whick-whick sound in pantyhose. He canβt 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 earβ¦
Sorry, could you repeat that? Now Iβm hearing things, because I swear Mason just asked me if Iβd like toβ¦well, he wasnβt asking for a book recommendation, letβs put it that way. Oh my, my, my. Okay, Ellie, stop blushing like a teenaged girl. Iβm sure he didnβt 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 canβt stop myself from saying, βYesβ¦.β
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