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him. His parents maybe?
    I didn’t know. Frankly, I didn’t care. All I cared about was that he was there and he might see me. If he saw me, he might recognize me and try to talk to me. Then again he might see me and not recognize me. I didn’t know which was worse. All I did know was that I did not want my family and friends to witness the horrifying meltdown of Olivia Holloway Bumping into Handsome Man.
    ‘Liv, are you really okay?’ Jo asked, pulling my gaze from Benjamin to her. Her beautiful green eyes were wide with concern. ‘You look … buzzed.’
    ‘I’m sorry, Cam.’ I apologized quickly for blanking on him, my gaze flicking back over to Benjamin.
    Shit! The hostess was taking him past our table.
    ‘I must have –’ I deliberately swiped my elbow across the table, knocking my dessert spoon onto the floor. ‘Oops. Excuse me.’ I pushed my chair back and dropped heavily to the floor, ducking my head under the tablecloth. Heart pounding in my chest, I stayed there, watching familiar walking boots stride past the table.
    He
was out of range. Or, more precisely, I was.
    The tablecloth lifted and my dad’s rugged face appeared in front of me. ‘Have you been smoking the wacky-backy?’
    I pressed my lips tight to stop myself from bursting out laughing. Shaking my head, I reached out a trembling hand for my dessert spoon. I was going to need a replacement, since there was no way I wasn’t having dessert. The tiramisu at D’Alessandro’s was to die for. Of course I might die of embarrassment before I got the chance to charge to my death for dessert. ‘Just retrieving fallen cutlery.’
    ‘You’re acting stranger than usual.’
    I huffed and the movement caused me to bump my head against the table. ‘Can we not have this conversation under here?’
    His head disappeared and I quickly scrambled out after him, craning my neck to look for Benjamin. There was no sign of him as I pulled myself back onto my seat, and I slumped with relief as I realized the hostess had taken them into the other dining room.
    I settled quite happily now that he was gone, smiling as I raised my spoon to a passing waitress. ‘Can I have a clean spoon, please?’
    When she nodded, I grinned and turned back to my companions.
    They were all staring at me. I flinched at their appraisal. ‘What?’
    ‘Mick’s right.’ Cam raised a speculative eyebrow. ‘You’re weirder than usual.’
    I looked at Cole for help, but he just shrugged, and I took that to mean he agreed with them. Not wanting anyone ever to find out about my hopeless crush onLibrary Guy, I searched for an explanation. Finally I chose the creatively lacking ‘I had three Red Bulls today.’
    Creatively lacking it might have been, but it worked, and soon conversation was diverted from me and my absurdness.
    To my chagrin, before dessert arrived disaster struck.
    I needed to pee and I needed to pee badly.
    Unfortunately, the toilets were down the corridor and opposite the other dining room, putting me in the possible path of Benjamin.
    When my bladder couldn’t take it anymore, however, I had to throw off my concerns and bolt for relief.
    By the time I reached the restroom I wondered what I’d been freaking out about. I was moving so fast to get to the toilet in time that I was a blur. Benjamin would never recognize my bursting-bladder-induced blur.
Hmm, say that five times fast
.
    Despite my growing calm, I had every intention of becoming a blur on my trip back to my table. Regrettably, I didn’t factor in a collision with a wall as I came out of the restroom.
    I stumbled back, blinking fast, as my eyes took in the dark blue wall. My brain very quickly processed that it wasn’t in fact a wall … but a chest. A man’s wide chest.
    My heart began to thud in my own chest as my eyes drifted upward, my heartbeat escalating, sweat prickling my palms as the familiar and masculine beauty of Benjamin Livingston dwarfed my world.
    I was pretty sure my mouth was hanging