Page 56 of Somehow You Knew

His eyes narrow playfully. “Careful, Spitfire, or you’llreallyget people talking.”

I throw my head back with laughter.

Once Judy takes a few shots, Gage walks over to the dressing room, grabs his phone, and returns.

“Might as well get a selfie while we’re here.”

Then, without hesitation, he hooks an arm around my waist, pulling me snug against his chest before lifting his phone and snapping a few pictures.

As he lowers his arm, I glance at the screen.

We’re both grinning broadly—and looking far too happy for my comfort.

Chapter ten

Gage

“Fucking hell,” I mutter to myself as I pull the pink sequin dress over my head and stare at myself in the mirror. My skin might be red and irritated from the itchy fabric, but I’m still grinning like an idiot. I can’t believe I expected anything less than that from Hazel, but she still managed to surprise me.

I can hear the woman in question moving around in the dressing room next to me, slipping back into her original outfit, and I can’t stop thinking about how much fun that actually was—or what her body looks like underneath that Grinch onesie.

The moment Hazel stepped out of her room today, wearing that sexy little black outfit, I had to fight to keep my reaction in check. Not only did my dick enjoy the sight of her tan legs and petite body encased in black—my favorite color—but the anxiety about going on a date with her went right out the window.

In fact, the only thing I could think about was getting her on the back of my bike. And I wasn’t lying when I said no other woman has been on the back of my bike.Ever.

Asirritated as I was about this ridiculous task, the evening has been fun—a breath of fresh air in the monotony that my life has become these past few years.

But laughing with Hazel and verbally sparring with her, seeing that fire in her eyes? I like it.

And that’s a problem.

As well as the phone call from Miranda that came at the worst time possible.

I pull my shirt over my head and button my jeans before sitting to lace up my shoes.

“I’m ready when you are,” Hazel calls out to me from outside the dressing room.

When I open the door, Hazel is dressed in her hot outfit again, and you’d never know she was just channeling her inner Grinch. She’s also sporting a smile that matches my own.

“Ready to look for an ottoman?”

I blink. “Oh yeah. I forgot about that.”

She eyes me curiously. “Well, I didn’t.”

I follow her to the front counter to return our clothes to Judy, and then we head to the furniture section, tiptoeing through the cluttered aisles.

I swear, I’ve never seen so much junk in my life, and I wasn’t exaggerating earlier—clutter makes my anxiety go through the roof.

When we reach the furniture, it’s immediately obvious there are no ottomans to be found.

“I was optimistic, but I’m not surprised.”

I scan the selection—two small couches and a handful of dated dressers. “Yeah, looks like slim pickings.”

She turns and looks up at me. “Well, what should we get now?”

I shove my hands in my pockets, shrugging. “Beats the hell out of me. You choose.”