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“First,” Dad says, gently stopping me. “Bring up your food.”
“I think you meanfeed.”
“Yeah, that. You promised me you’d post the shot of us and show me all the pictures you’ve taken.”
“Now?”
“You’ve kept the man waiting all this time, Jules. Another sixty seconds won’t kill him.”
“You don’t know that,” I tease, fishing out my phone.
My finger hovers, itching to dial, but I pause. Dad did just travel halfway across the world, battling jet lag like a champ. So, I nod and pull up my gallery.
I sit back down, showing him every shot I’ve taken since arriving in Korea—temples, street markets, the bustling crowds of Seoul. He studies each one carefully, a proud smile on his face.
Then I post the one of us with the hashtag #DaddysLittleGirl.
Dad pauses, squinting at it. “Blech, some wild Sasquatch photobombed us. You’ll have to do it again.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Right. Like I’d be lucky enough to capture a Yeti in Korea. Which, if I do, will definitely get me a bazillion followers.”
With a smirk, I zoom in.
And there he is. In the background, blurry but unmistakable.
Bigfoot.
Aka Brian.
My heart leaps into my throat because he’s in another shot. And another. I swipe through, and there he is again. And again. I keep expanding the shots, and he iseverywhere.
He’s been here the whole time. I mean . . .
The.
Whole.
Time?
What in the world?
I whip around, only to find the lumberjack of my fantasies walking straight toward me. Broad shoulders strain against a fitted tee, dark hair tousled by the wind, and those eyes, intense and focused are locked right on me.
And I absolutely die.
Dad pats me on the back, his silent gesture of approval anda subtleyou’ve got this.He and Brian exchange a quick handshake before he walks off and Brian steps forward.
His movements are slow, cautious, like he’s walking on razor-thin ice. He’s nervous. And with every step that brings him closer, the tension in my stomach twists, winding tighter like a spring ready to snap. And suddenly, I’m nervous, too.
“Hi,” he says.
“Hi,” I reply, barely breathing.
The air swirls with electricity, wrapping around us, knotting us closer. I lick my dry lips. “How did you know everywhere I’d be?”
“Your social media manager isn’t exactly a vault.”
And when he smiles, I smile.
