Page 11 of Just My Type (The Boston Hearts #3)

“I meant it seems like you’ve been here forever. I was just wondering when you were going to get the hell out and leave me to my day.” Her eyes snap up to mine, like she’s checking my reaction to her snark. Fuck, I hate her ex-boyfriend more with every passing second.

I give her a lazy grin. “Gorgeous, that is the most obvious lie I’ve ever heard. This is the most fun morning you’ve ever had.”

It’s definitely the most fun morning I’ve ever had.

My brain is already making a list of things we can do today if I can convince her to hang with me until I have to be at the hospital later tonight.

I assumed I would come here and make my proposal and have to give her the hard sell until she said yes, and then I would leave.

Her agreeing so easily and us having the best conversation of my life wasn’t on my bingo card for today, and no part of me wants to leave her.

“I can assure you it’s not.”

I glance at the half empty donut box and her empty coffee cup, then back up at her with a smile. “Keep telling yourself that. So, what’s your plan for the rest of the day?”

Hannah lets out a heavy sigh. “Probably to sit at my desk and stare at my laptop, willing my brain to make words. Then I’ll go on social media for a while and deal with an inbox full of messages from people asking me when my next book is coming out.”

I make a face because, gross. “I have to be honest, Han. That sounds pretty fucking terrible.”

“You’re telling me,” she mumbles.

She sounds so miserable, I decide to shoot my shot. “Can I interest you in alternative plans?”

“What did you have in mind?” she asks immediately, and I mentally cheer because I know I have her.

“I was considering kidnapping Elliot’s dog, stopping by a coffee shop and getting her a pup cup, and then walking through the Commons. Maybe paying a visit to the ducks.”

“Like, in the pond?”

“I mean, we could, but I was talking about the statues. You know, Make Way for Ducklings ?”

Hannah’s face goes soft. “I loved that book as a kid. Jo told me that’s Jordan’s favorite place.”

“Jordan isn’t the only Wyles brother with a fondness for Mrs. Mallard and her brood. So, what do you say, Han? Want to take a walk with me?”

She studies me. “Is this, like, the first part of your plan to help me bust through writer’s block?”

I shrug casually. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I just want to go for a walk in my favorite city on a perfect June day with a pretty girl.”

She gives me a you’re full of shit look. “Fine. Let’s go for a walk. I’ll get dressed.”

“You look perfect just the way you are.”

Hannah shakes her head like she’s placating a child, and her whole demeanor makes me smile. “I’m not walking around Boston braless in pajamas. I need ten minutes.”

My gaze immediately drops to her chest. I swear it’s an involuntary reaction. I’m really not that evolved .

“My eyes are up here,” she says dryly.

I just grin and shrug. “What can I say, Han? I’m a boob man. You can’t mention not wearing a bra and then expect me not to look. That’s just asking too damn much.”

She uncrosses her legs, kicking me in the knee. “Please never say boob man ever again. You’re not a frat guy anymore.”

I laugh. “I was never a frat guy. I was too busy being pre-med. But I have heard Jo compare this brownstone to a frat house but better.”

This time, Hannah laughs, and I love the sound of it.

The way she’s so easy with me. This whole morning feels like ten amazing steps forward.

“She says that all the time. So does Amelia. But they say it’s better since there are headboards and matching sheets.

” She eyes me. “Wait, you do have a headboard and matching sheets, right?”

I give her a sly grin. “Now, why would you care about whether I have a headboard and matching sheets?”

Hannah scoffs. “I don’t care where you sleep. I just think the existence of a headboard and matching sheets is an indicator of whether a man is an adult, or whether he stopped maturing at the age of twenty.”

I press back into the couch, kicking my feet up on the coffee table and draping my arm across the back, almost close enough to graze a finger over Hannah’s shoulder.

You know, if I wanted to do something like that.

“You’ll be happy to know that I have a headboard and matching sheets.

A full set of dishes and a fully stocked kitchen, too, and I also have matching padded hangers in my closet, but I can’t take credit for that. ”

“Elliot?” Hannah asks.

“You bet. He’s really weird about what hangers we all have in our closets.”

“I know,” Hannah says on a laugh. “The day Jo moved in here, she texted me a picture of her closet. She’s a big fan of the matching hangers. ”

“Same. They make my closet look incredible. Elliot knows what’s up. So, we going on this walk or what?”

Hannah stands up. “Yes, fine, we’re going on a walk. Literally anything is better than staring at a blank computer screen. I’m going to change.”

I stand too, and for a second, our bodies are close enough to feel a current of electricity sparking between us.

I think Hannah feels it too because she takes a giant step back, and I can’t explain why, but that move has me wanting to wrap her up in a hug.

“You do that, and I’ll go grab the dog and come back up. ”

Hannah stretches, and my gaze immediately falls to the strip of smooth, bare skin above the waistband of her shorts where her shirt rides up. I want to lick it just to see how she tastes. And that’s a super inappropriate thought for this very casual moment.

“I can just meet you downstairs.”

I shake my head. “No way, Gorgeous. Lesson number one. When a man is taking a woman out, he picks her up at her door.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’re not taking me out. We’re going for a walk with a dog you may or may not be about to steal from your brother.”

I take a step closer to her and run a finger over her jaw, watching her swallow hard, keeping my gaze on her, loving how the green in her eyes darkens just slightly.

She is not unaffected by this, and that’s exactly where I want her.

“Anytime, no matter where we’re going or what we’re doing, I pick you up at your door.

That’s what you deserve, and you should never accept any less. ”

“Okay,” she practically whispers. Then she blinks and shakes her head, like she’s trying to break out of whatever moment we just shared.

Without a word, she turns and heads back in the direction of her bedroom.

“If you’re going downstairs anyway, I’ll take another iced latte for the road,” she calls. “I definitely deserve that. ”

The door to her bedroom clicks shut, leaving me standing in the living room, warmth spreading through me as I stare at the spot where Hannah just disappeared, shaking my head and chuckling a little because, this girl .

I think I really am obsessed with her, and I hope maybe one day, she’ll be obsessed with me too. I’ve always liked a challenge, so let the wooing games begin.