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few more days?”
    Becca nodded. “Do you need me to do anything? I could type up an email to your father about how well Taylor’s doing. About how important this school is for her. Offer some specifics, as her teacher.”
    He was about to tell her that wasn’t necessary, then he paused, reconsidering. “Would you like to tell him in person?”
    “In person?” Becca asked, surprised.
    Colin nodded. This could be perfect. He still needed a date for the event on Saturday night and it couldn’t hurt for his father to hear from Taylor’s teacher, to get a better grasp on the situation before he reached out to the board members. “There’s a fundraiser for the campaign in Annapolis on Saturday night. Why don’t you come with me and I’ll make sure you get some time with my father to talk about the school?”
    Becca hesitated. “Aren’t there guest lists for things like that?”
    “Yes,” Colin admitted. “But I already told my stepmother I was bringing someone, and I don’t have time to find a date. You’d actually be doing me a favor.”
    Becca looked up at him doubtfully. “I have a hard time believing you have trouble finding a date.”
    Colin’s brows rose.
    “I mean…” Becca blushed, looking away. “You know what I mean.”
    “No.” He smiled, enjoying himself. “I’m not sure I do.”
    “I just meant…” Becca’s hand fluttered out in front of her, trying to wave him off. “Everyone knows you’ve been dating a lot of women lately.”
    “Everyone?”
    “Everyone on the island,” she said quickly. “You know how fast word spreads around here.”
    Colin watched a telltale shade of pink spread across her cheeks. She was trying to play it off like she’d heard the gossip in passing, but he had a feeling she wouldn’t be blushing like that if she hadn’t been keeping track on her own.
    He would have thought, with her upcoming wedding and impending move, his love life would have been the last thing on her mind.
    Apparently not…
    Becca picked at a piece of construction paper stuck to the sleeve of her purple sweater. “What kind of event is it?”
    “It’s a dinner.” He leaned back against the piling. For someone who was getting married in three weeks, she seemed awfully distracted.
    “Is it fancy or casual?”
    “Casual.”
    “How casual?” Her gaze flickered back up to his. “I mean…should I wear jeans or a cocktail dress?”
    Colin’s lips curved as his gaze combed down the front of her crewneck sweater, ankle length chinos, and black ballet flats, then all the way back up. He was beginning to think Saturday was going to turn into a very interesting evening. “Wear something red.”
     

 

     
    W ear something red?
    Becca walked into her house, dropped her purse on the floor, and leaned back against the door. What was she doing letting Colin flirt with her? And what was she thinking telling him she had a hard time believing he had trouble finding a date?
    She might as well have a sign stamped to her forehead saying she was attracted to him. Scrubbing her hands over her face, she felt the cool band of her engagement ring brush against her skin. Her hands dropped quickly back to her sides.
    A rush of guilt swept over her as she took in the half-finished wedding projects scattered throughout the living room—material and thread for the ring bearer pillow she’d insisted on sewing by hand, spools of lavender ribbon that still needed to be cut and tied around the dozens of glass jars that would line the aisle to the altar, a growing collection of classic love poems that she was hoping to draw inspiration from to write her vows.
    Reaching down, she picked up a crocheted afghan that had fallen off the sofa and draped it back over the piece of furniture. She should call Colin and tell him that something had come up, that she had just remembered a previous commitment, and that she wasn’t free after all.
    The sound of her neighbors’ voices drifted in from the street. Their