“Holden must be catching on because he keeps asking me if something’s wrong and making comments that I seem distant. It isn’t that I mean to be; I simply can’t shake her words. Could I end up being that pain? Jack brought me to my knees. Could I do that to someone as wonderful as Holden? I glance in the mirror, making sure all of my hair made its way into the wrap at the base of my neck. One last touch of my lip-gloss and an extra application of mascara. I’m ready to go, and based on the knock a...t my door, just in time. “Good evening, beautiful,” Holden says in his low growl, smiling and looking me up and down as if I were a delectable snack. I’d never attended a brewers’ festival and wasn’t quite sure on the attire when he invited me. “Hello,” I say with a smile, seeing that he’s wearing jeans, a button-up shirt, and a jacket. Obviously, my jeans with riding boots, and short-sleeve ivory sweater is going to work perfectly. Though Holden isn’t exactly wearing a suit, this is probably the most dressed up I’ve seen him since we met.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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