Steven Spielberg.
I heard the screen door open behind me and I froze. I couldn’t make myself turn around. There was no time to escape.
“Were your ears burnin’?” Harmony asked with a wide smile on her face. “Cause we were just talking about you and how “You’re my Heartbeat” is trending.” She showed him the phone.
As much as I’d appreciated Harmony’s bluntness with me, I had the opposite feeling about her candidness with Beau. I felt bad enough at the trouble I’d caused him without her making it worse.
“Sasha, can I borrow you for a second?”
“Sure!” I chirped a little too eagerly as I stood up and knocked over the cup of sweet tea. “Oh, no! I’m so sorry.” I bent down and picked up the mason jar.
“I got it,” Destiny was up and out of her chair in a flash. “I worked at The Greasy Spoon for six years, this is nothing.”
She winked at me and I released the glass jar that I was clinging onto for dear life.
When I turned around, I was struck, once again, by just how attractive Beau was. This morning I understood being speechless since my memory of the day before was so fuzzy. But I clearly remembered seeing him at the fire station. It had only happened eight hours ago.
He’d changed into a white T-shirt and faded jeans, which should’ve made him look ordinary but instead he looked like the Marlboro man and a Calvin Klein model had a baby and that baby grew up to be Beau.
It wasn’t just his ruggedly handsome good looks that made him so appealing, it was the energy he exuded. Maybe I was just used to being around entertainers who were notoriously insecure, but something about him just oozed self-assurance. There was a quiet confidence that made me feel safe, like if anything happened, he would take care of it. That was sexier than any physical attribute could ever be, and I found myself overwhelmed by the pull that it had on me. There was no question about it, he was the flame to my moth.
He held one arm out, directing me toward the hallway I’d come down when I’d first arrived. My legs were back to being jelly as I walked past him and smelled a faint scent of woodchips, leather, and fresh soap. Damn, he even smelled manly.
“You kids be good!” I heard Harmony yell out.
I giggled nervously. “Your sister’s funny.”
“She’s not as funny as she thinks she is,” he bent down and whispered to me.
The heat of his breath tickled my neck causing every inch of my bare skin to break out in goose bumps. Even his breath turned me on.
“Yes, I am!” she shouted back.
I stopped up short and my head spun around and I looked up at him, in shock that she’d been able to hear him. He didn’t look at all surprised. We stood there, like that, for a few seconds, and I felt the now familiar anticipation that he might lean down and kiss me.
But that didn’t happen. He reached out and opened a door to what looked like a home office. I walked inside and tried to tamper my hormones down. I’d gone from zero to a hundred with just a few whispered words. They were revved up like a race car in the pit, ready to take off at a second’s notice.
He stepped in behind me and closed the door. It was the second time I’d been alone with him, and both times the chemistry between us was palpable. At least to me it was.
I couldn’t tell what he was feeling. He put his hands in his pockets and looked down at the floor. I wasn’t sure if he was nervous because he was feeling the same thing I was or if he was just trying to gather his thoughts because he wanted to tell me that I’d ruined his life and to stay away from him.
Whichever one it was, the silence was killing me. So I blurted out. “I’m so sorry about the kiss and then today, not saying anything. I…I was drunk yesterday and that’s no excuse, I know that. But I didn’t remember it today so that’s why I didn’t say anything when I saw you.” As soon as I mentioned seeing him today something dawned on me. “Oh my God. You must have thought I was crazy, showing up at the fire station with muffins after I threw myself at you yesterday. I swear I