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He was leaning against the couch, watching my every move, counting down the minutes with me.
I ignored him and checked myself out in the mirror, adjusting my dress. It was cute. Something I wouldn’t think twice about wearing on a first date.
But it had been a long time since I had been on one of those.
And I didn’t exactly have an exemplary track record of picking good men.
I pulled at the waist and groaned. “Is this dress too tight?”
My nerves were skyrocketing. Mac had texted me thirty minutes ago to let me know he was on his way and, ever since I left my room, Bash had been hovering.
If he was going to stand around, I figured I might as well dump my nerves on him.
“It looks great on you.”
“You would say that even if it didn’t.”
“I would never lie to you, Em.”
“In that case, do you have to be here?”
“If you tell me who’s coming, I’ll leave you alone.”
“He’s still five minutes away. That’s too much time to risk it.”
“Risk what?”
I pressed my finger to his chest and leveled him with my best scowl. “Risk you telling me something that will ruin this date.”
“I only have dirt on like two guys—”
My stomach twisted. “Anything that would put my safety at risk?”
“No. If there was, I wouldn’t be letting you walk out that door.”
“Let me?”
He grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it. “I’m serious, Em. Your safety is always my number one concern. Some of the guys are ass hats, but they’re harmless.”
“Okay good.”
He pressed his eyes shut, like some long-suffering grandfather. “And if you need to get Bryce out of your system, it might as well be with one of the Evergreens.”
We froze as a knock on the door reverberated through the room.
“Behave,” I warned.
Bash put his hands up and feigned innocence. “As if I would be anything less than on my best behav—”
I yanked open the door and Bash was on me in an instant. The heat of his chest seared through my dress as he crowded in the doorway.
“Hi,” Mac breathed as his eyes traveled over me.
My skin flushed as I took him in at the same time. His unruly curls had been tamed into a tumble of waves and his practice jersey had been replaced by a cobalt blue shirt that tightened across his biceps, falling gracefully down his tapered waist.
The color made his green eyes darker, more intense.
“Hi.” I bit the inside of my cheek—mainly to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.
