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her sweet voice washing over me, her gaze never leaving mine.
    “Yeah,” I say. “Same.” I tear my gaze from hers, looking anywhere but at her. Though I’d rather look at her than anywhere else. I can’t though. I refuse to make eyes at her in front of Michael.
    “Where should we put the boxes?” Michael says, sounding impatient.
    “Oh. You can put them in the study.” Reverie opens the door wider and Michael walks past her, pushing his hand truck in front of him. I fall in behind him, my eyes going to hers once again, seeing the hurt swimming in the pretty blue depths.
    I feel like a dick.
    As I walk through the door, I catch a hint of her intoxicating scent. Sweet and light, I can’t peg what it is exactly but I know I want more of it. She’s wearing denim shorts that hit just above her knee but fit her skintight and a pale pink T-shirt. Her long hair is pulled into a high ponytail and it’s damp. Like she just got out of the shower or the pool.
    My mind instantly goes to naked and I banish the thought.
    “Looking good Daydream,” I murmur under my breath as I pass by her, needing to say something to her to let her know that I’m not a total ass.
    She doesn’t acknowledge me, just shuts the door and strides past me so she can lead us to the study. Her head is held high, her ponytail swinging to and fro and I have the sudden urge to wrap all that long hair around my fist. Give it a gentle tug. Test just how soft her hair is just as I test the texture of her lips…
    “Watch it,” Michael mutters as I run into him with my stack of plastic boxes. They almost topple over and I reach around, slapping my hand on top of the highest box, holding the stack steady.
    Reverie pauses and turns around, her delicate golden brows furrowed in concern. “You okay?” she asks, looking directly at me.
    Aw, she cares. I feel pinned in place by her intense gaze and her question makes my heart leap, which is freaking stupid. “I’m fine.”
    “I'm the one he ran into,” Michael points out, jerking his thumb toward his chest and making Reverie laugh.
    I immediately frown. I don’t want him making her laugh. I think that should be my privilege.
    And mine alone.
    We wheel our respective stack of boxes into the study and set them up for Mrs. Hale to go through. Reverie stands at the open doorway, watching us the entire time though I swear her eyes are only on me. I can feel her tracking my every move and it makes me self-conscious. Makes me wonder what she sees.
    If she even likes what she sees.
    We finish up pretty quickly and then we’re leaving the house, Rev trailing behind us the entire way. Michael shoots me a strange look, flicking his head in Reverie’s direction in a, what gives with her way but I just shrug in answer. I don’t know why she’s following us.
    But I can hope she’s doing it because of me.
    “Thanks for your help, Rev,” Michael says as we’re walking out the back door. We left the hand trucks in the study since we’ll be coming back in a day or two to retrieve the boxes. I feel sort of lost without it, like I need something to hold onto, or I should be doing something with Reverie standing so close to me.
    I feel edgy. My hands are tingling, like they want to reach out on their own and touch her.
    “You’re welcome,” she says cheerily before her gaze settles on me and her expression goes somber. “Nice meeting you Nicholas.”
    Michael frowns. He introduced me as Nick. “Likewise,” I tell her and her eyes narrow.
    She didn’t like my one word response. But what am I supposed to do? Fall at her feet and tell her I think she’s hot? It would be the truth but I can’t react in front of Michael. No way.
    A brand new BMW pulls into the driveway, its engine purring as it comes to a stop right in front of the open garage. The driver cuts the engine and a young guy gets out, his expression impatient. He looks about my age, tall with light brown hair but I don’t recognize him. He props