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weight from one work boot to the other. “What’s so important about this date?”
    This time her sigh came out exasperated. How much did he need to know already? He was starting to seem pretty nosy. “Look, I know it sounds weird, but I don’t have time to explain. So will you help me or not?”
    Meeting his eyes again, she found it hard to keep their gazes connected—­because he was just too handsome and something intense shone in his stare. But she persevered, because this was all so vital and even seemed to grow more imperative with each passing moment.
    He stood there hesitating—­for an agonizingly long moment—­before finally saying, “All right, Alice, sure—­I’ll kick down your door.”
    Relief rushed through her as she said, “Thank you! Thank you so, so much!” Though as she spoke, she spontaneously reached out to grab his hand—­and then a tingle ran up her arm as she realized what she’d done and that they were both suddenly frozen in place by the touch, so she dropped it just as quickly. “Come on, let’s go.” She turned to head down the steps, thankful to no longer be peering into those eyes of his and just hoping he followed her.
    â€œGonna tell me about this date of yours?” he asked from behind as they crossed the narrow street, stepping between two parked cars.
    â€œWhy are you so interested?” she asked without looking at him.
    â€œJust not sure what makes any date important enough to kick down a door, that’s all.”
    â€œMaybe I’m just . . . tired of letting circumstances beyond my control rule my life,” she said. But God, that was a little personal. Spill your guts to the guy, why don’t you. She decided to keep talking before he had time to analyze that too much. “Or maybe I just value keeping my commitments. There’s nothing wrong with thinking any date is important.”
    As they reached the opposite curb, he said, “You realize it’s probably gonna damage the door or the frame, right? Maybe both?”
    â€œI don’t care,” she told him, recognizing that her gut-­spilling comment was part of what drove her. She was sick of fate dealing her a crappy hand. She was tired of feeling out of control. She was taking control back . “Though if I seem a little crazy, I’m really not.”
    As they climbed the steps to her porch, he glanced over at her. “You do. Just a little.” Though the twinkle in his eye made her think he was kidding. Or she hoped so anyway.
    As they approached the door, Christy’s heartbeat sped up. It had already been working overtime, ever since she’d left work, but now her adrenaline was in serious overdrive. It was fifteen minutes ’til Jared was due. And she had just asked someone to kick down her door. Yet she also couldn’t see any other way at the moment but to press forward.
    She watched as her neighbor pushed and leaned against the door, testing its strength against his own.
    â€œThink you can do it?” she asked softly, the gravity of the decision settling around her.
    â€œYep,” he said. “Probably.” He stood back then, studying the door as if it were an adversary, clearly planning his attack. Then he shifted that penetrating blue gaze to hers. “You’re sure you want me to do this, right? You really want me to kick it down.”
    â€œYes.” No hesitation. “And hurry. I’m so late.”
    â€œFor your very important date,” he replied.
    â€œYes,” she said again. Though this time the word came out more quietly and she sounded annoyingly sheepish to herself.
    Silence blanketed the porch for a few long seconds in which she could feel them both weighing the craziness of this, and it didn’t help that they were complete strangers. Until finally he said, “Okay, here goes.”
    And with that, he lifted one leg,