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I’m going to. No matter what it takes.
    Beginning to look around for ideas, she spotted the house directly across the street, two doors up from the Harringtons. She’d never talked to the guy who’d moved in just a few months ago, but she’d seen him plenty of times in passing, and he’d looked kind of rugged, at least from a distance, which probably also meant he was strong. She’d seen him carrying around toolboxes and two-­by-­fours, too. And maybe the idea that had just popped into her head would sound crazy, but she just didn’t have time to worry about that right now. Precious seconds were ticking away.
    Without giving it another thought, she marched across the street on her aching feet, climbed the few steps to his wide, awning-­covered front porch, and rang the bell. Please be home, please be home.
    A few seconds later, the door opened—­and a surprisingly handsome guy stood on the other side. Having never seen him close up, the sight of him actually stole her breath. He looked a little scruffy in a zip-­up hoodie over a T-­shirt and slightly paint-­spattered jeans, but his thick dark hair and piercing blue eyes made up for it.
    â€œHi,” he said uncertainly when she managed to say nothing at all.
    â€œI’m your neighbor,” she blurted awkwardly then, pointing across the street.
    â€œOh. Yeah. Think I’ve seen you before.”
    She nodded. Still struggled to breathe. And wished he weren’t so good-­looking. It was a very inconvenient distraction. “I need a favor,” she said, still not quite able to speak in any clear way.
    â€œUm, okay,” he replied. But he still sounded a little wary—­understandably.
    â€œI’m locked out of my house,” she explained, “and I need you to kick down the door.”
    He just looked at her like he couldn’t have possibly heard her correctly—­which was, again, perfectly understandable. But it still made her feel a little crazy. Or like she appeared to be crazy anyway. Maybe both. Finally he said, “You want me to kick down your door? Is that what you said?”
    She pursed her lips, sighed. She had so little time. And he was almost unbearably attractive in his unshaven, needs-­a-­haircut way. “I realize that probably sounds nutty,” she offered.
    â€œYeah, it kinda does,” he replied.
    Crap. She took a breath, tried again. “And I wish I had time to explain—­but I don’t. Will you do it?”
    He lowered his chin, hesitating. “Sorry, but you’re gonna have to give me a little more to go on. Some kind of reason. I can’t just go kicking down a door without one.”
    Okay, she supposed she could get that. But she didn’t have time to mince words. “I’m late. And I have a date, a very important date.”
    â€œSo I’ve got Alice in Wonderland at my door,” he muttered beneath his breath.
    She sighed once more, fully embarrassed now. He thought she was some kind of whack job. And for some reason, despite everything, she felt the need to correct him. “It was actually the White Rabbit who was late for the very important date.”
    â€œWhatever,” he said. “Go on.”
    â€œWell, my landlord accidentally locked me out today when he came to do repairs. There’s a second lock on the door, you see. Well, more than one actually. And I don’t have a key for it, but apparently the landlord does.” As she babbled on, it struck her how much her life did sound just as non-­sensical as Alice in Wonderland .
    â€œAnd he can’t just come give you a key?”
    â€œHis wife can’t reach him. And the locksmith can’t come for hours. And it’s”—­she dropped her gaze to her watch—­“oh God, only a little more than twenty minutes until my date.”
    She watched impatiently as her scruffy, handsome neighbor shifted his