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“Yeah, actually.” Even after the nightmare, it was the best sleep I’ve had in years. Probably has something to do with the giddy woman beside me.
“Glad to hear it, man. Listen, I’m ready to head up there to help you, but you never gave me the address.”
“Shit. Sorry.” I rattle it off, then end the call.
“Well?” Rowan holds up both hands with her fingers crossed.
“I’ll ask him when he gets here.”
“But what if he says no?” She pouts, batting her eyelashes like I’m the ticket to Piner heaven.
“He won’t.” I stand and stretch, then head to the bathroom to shower. Thankfully, my uniform is clean and dry since she washed it after the Knife Feet fiasco. I glance over my shoulder at her. “Mind making some coffee, Princess?”
“I don’t drink coffee. I bought one of those single-cup brewers so I can make it for Tony, but it turns out I forgot to get the pods.”
“Fuck me,” I say on a groan.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s fine, I’m just exhausted. I’ll stop on my way to work.”
“I wish you could spend the day with me instead.”
“You and me both, Princess.”
20
ROWAN
Mood Music: “Sirens” by Fleurie
Henry peersout the window toward the front gate. “He’s here.”
My insides flutter with giddy excitement at the prospect of meeting my childhood celebrity crush. I can’t believe Henry is friends with Austin Pines.
While I was enamored with Austin for years, and his music got me through some difficult times, my feelings have changed as I’ve matured. I no longer imagine myself as Mrs. Austin Pines—those were my teen years—instead, I admire the hell out of him like a normal, grown-ass adult woman. I’m not going to act like an idiot fan girl. I’m fucking sophisticated. I think.
Besides, now that I’ve met Henry, he’s the star of all my fantasies.
I step into my snow boots and pull my coat on. Next comes my hat and mittens. “I’m ready,” I say, once I’ve wrapped my scarf around my neck.
The corners of Henry’s lips twitch into a smirk. “You do realize you’re gonna be outside for all of five minutes, right?”
“Your point?”
He gestures to my outerwear. “It’s overkill, Princess.”
“I don’t like being cold.” I step past him and pull the door open. “You coming?”
“Yeah.”
I struggle to keep stride with him as we make our way down the unshoveled path. “Jesus. Do you have to walk so fast?”
He chuckles. “This is my normal pace.”
“Sorry, not all of us are six feet tall.”
“I’m six-five, if you wanna be specific.” He waves to the black SUV idling outside the gate. “He was nice enough to pick me up here, so I didn’t have to wait in my cold-ass truck.”
