Page 171 of Bridesmaid Undercover
But she doesn’t hold my gaze, instead, she looks away. Not wanting to lose her in this moment, I decide to continue.
“And on the shirt were two croissants, one looked like Danny Zuko fromGreaseand the other was a dead ringer for Sandra Dee. We’re talking blond wig and black sideburns.”
She chuckles. “Who doesn’t like croissants dressed up like Danny and Sandy? What did it say?”
I smirk. “‘You’re the one I croissant.’”
A slow smile tugs on the corner of her lips. “That…that’s amazing.”
“I knew you’d like it. It had a heart between them as well. I could see you wearing it, possibly walking through the zoo with me—I’d be wearing my fish top hat shirt, of course.”
“You wouldn’t have gotten a matching one?” she asks.
“I mean, I considered it.” I take a chance and snag a piece of her hair. The silky strand wraps around my finger, and I marvel in the way her cheeks flush from the small touch. “Would you have worn it with me? Grabbed a cup of coffee? Maybe gone for a walk?”
Her teeth pull on the corner of her lip. “Is that what you would have wanted? To go on a coffee walk with me?”
Yes…and so much more.
I lean in an inch closer. “Yeah, Everly, I would have wanted to do that.”
Everly
Dear God in Heaven.
Is this…is this what it’s like to be wooed by Hardy Hopper? Because if so, I want this. I want all of this.
The close proximity.
The intimate conversation about matching shirts.
The compliments.
The way he’s twirling my hair around his finger.
I want to commit this all to memory.
I want this to last forever.
I want this to be real.
Please…please let this be real.
“Everly?” The catering manager comes up to me, pulling me out of my Hardy-induced haze.
“Yes,” I say, pulling away from him and trying to seem professional despite the alcohol swirling through me.
“We are going to start cleaning up. It seems like everyone is done with the food.”
“Oh sure,” I say as I get up. “Let me help you.”
“No, we got it, but just wanted to let you know. Also, it’s a quarter to eleven. I know curfew is going to hit soon.”
“Right,” I say.Christ, Everly, you have a job to do, and it isn’t to make a move on Hardy Hopper.“Um, I can start getting people to leave.”
“We spoke with Maple, and she said she’s already started moving people along. She said we could clean up and just make sure to shut the door behind us because it will automatically lock with the keypad.”
“Uh, yeah,” I say feeling my body sway. “Let me help though.”
