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.Eventually, I fill her in on what went down at drinks last night.She listens pensively as I give her the scoop.“You may not want to hear this,” she begins, glancing at me as we stroll by the water.“That probably means I need to hear it though, right?” I sigh, “Go ahead.Shoot.”“It sounds like you’re scared by how much you still care about him,” Riley says, laying a hand on my shoulder.“And you’re terrified of history repeating itself.”“I do still care about him,” I admit, surprised by the knot in my throat.“I never stopped caring about him.”“I know,” Riley smiles sadly, “I’ve been with you these last eight years since he disappeared from your life.But Abby.you have to remember that there’s one huge difference between then and now.”“His pecs?” I offer.“You should see them, Ri—”“Not what I meant,” she laughs.“I was going to say, you were kids when everything went wrong before.You had to answer to your horrible, selfish parents.Now, you have no one to answer to but yourselves.”“Maybe that’s what’s freaking me out,” I say softly, “There’s no one to blame if things go wrong again.If we mess it up this time.it’s because we’re not actually right for each other.”“Being a grownup sucks, don’t it?” Riley laughs, shaking her head.“But you know what else sucks? Squandering a wonderful relationship with someone you’re nuts about, just because you’re scared.”“How can you always know the right thing to say?” I ask her, amazed.“I’m just a genius,” she sighs, as we turn toward home, “NBD.”My grandparents are swinging by the apartment to check up on the place and have drinks before we go out to dinner, but that won’t be until early this evening.I have the whole lazy late afternoon to myself.Which would be fine and dandy if I could do anything but lay around thinking about Emerson.I need to check in with him about last night and explain my freak out.But every time I reach for my cell, something stops me.“Come on, Miss 26-year-old,” I mutter sternly, staring down at my phone, “Put on your big girl panties and give him a—”I let out a very undignified yelp as the phone begins to vibrate in my hands.Dropping the device onto my bed in surprise, I peer down at it and feel my stomach flip.There’s a text on my screen that simply reads:Hey Abby, it’s Emerson.I grab up the phone and text back before I lose my nerve.Me: Hey, I was just about to call you.I want to talk.Him: So do I.How do you feel about doing it in person?Me: Oh, I don’t think I have time to come all the way back downtown before my plans tonight.Him: You don’t have to come downtown.Me: No?I jump a foot in the air as my apartment buzzer rings.Another text arrives in its wake:Him: Nope.“Are you expecting a package?” Riley calls from the living room.“No, Ri, it’s him!” I gasp, yanking open my bedroom door.“Emerson is here? At our apartment?!” she breathes excitedly, “Well, what are you waiting for? Buzz him up!”“But.I.What if—” I stammer, biting my lip.“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” Riley groans.She marches across the room and pushes the “door” button on the buzzer, granting Emerson access to our building.“You’re welcome,” she grins, marching toward her room, “I’ll be in my boudoir.Call if you need any further intervention, yeah?”“Thanks,” I say weakly, paralyzed as I stare at the front door.At least I made an effort to look presentable today.I’ve got my favorite pair of skinny jeans on, a slouchy white tee with a charcoal cardigan, and some eclectic pieces of jewelry I’ve picked up at the Brooklyn flea market.My blonde hair hangs in loose, easy waves, and my favorite red matte lipstick finishes off the look.Still, even knowing that I look my millennial-chic best, my heart nearly bursts out of my chest as I hear a knock on the door.He’s here.“Answer it or I will!” Riley trills from the other room.“Ugh.Fine,” I mutter, going to the door.“Quit crackin’ the whip, would you?”“What’s that about whips?” Emerson grins, as I swing the door open.“Oh,” I stammer, taken aback by his perfect appearance yet again.He’s wearing a black v-neck and gray jeans, and the smattering of stubble on his jaw is as sexy as ever.The glasses are nowhere to be seen, which means his vibrant blue eyes are on full, gorgeous display.The tee shirt cuts off just above his bulging, perfect biceps.I spot a few new tattoos on his arms, too [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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