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Swearing up a storm, I slipped on some shoes, and ran to the kitchen to grab my car keys from the hook by the fridge. I had no idea where my purse was so I decided to leave it, anxious to get to him as soon as possible.

In the hopes that he’d answer eventually, I redialed his number as I opened the door.

And then I froze.

Because there he was, standing right in front of me, his hair messy like he’d run his hand through it a thousand times and his eyes wide and warm the minute they locked with mine.

I dropped my hand from my ear, my mouth gaping.

“Hi,” he said cautiously.

His voice shocked me into action. “I was just calling you,” I said, clicking End on my cell.

With his forehead creased, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell. “Oh. It’s on airplane mode,” he said, pocketing it again. “Why were you calling me anyway?” Though wary, he was so obviously hopeful.

I was focused on his lips, the way they curved up with the slightest hint of a smile when he spoke. The way they we