Page 66 of Hearts and Hidden Secrets

Dylan

I unfold her note.

When I read it, there’s no poker face on earth that can contain the grin I feel inside.

Woman seeking man:

Fun, successful, slightly competitive, bargain-hunting, boba tea-loving woman who runs her own business seeks her very own pain-in-the-butt, handsome-as-hell, brainy guy who wears panty-melting glasses, has hair she wants to run her hands through, loves to play the kinds of games that should be played, and who makes her feel like he only has eyes for her.

She wants them to share all the good things, from new experiences, to discovering the city, to dining cheap and dining expensively, to hot nights and fun days and all the adventures of this world together.

I place the paper on the table. “I think you found a buyer, Evie.”

She smiles so brightly it makes my heart thump harder. “You have to know I didn’t think I wanted a relationship. I didn’t think the time was right,” she says, curling her hand over my shoulder.

“But I wormed my way into your heart.”

“You’re persistent.”

I pump a fist. “And not taking no for an answer paid off.”

“It did. I didn’t expect to want this or you. But I do. I want you so much. I want to be the one you choose.”

I shake my head, amused that she’d think there’s any choice for me but her. I bring my forehead to hers and say what I didn’t say last night. “You’re who I want.”

“What would you say about a second date then?”

I raise a brow. “Second? I say it’s the fifth.”

“Oh well, if it’s the fifth, we can go to my bedroom right now.”

“Only if I can do unspeakable things to you on your pristinely made bed.”

“I’d expect nothing less.”

She’s already exceeded all my expectations, and I have a feeling that’s how it’s going to be with her. Can’t say I mind that at all.