Part 22 (1/2)

She looked surprised when he suggested they go to his hotel, so he wondered if she'd thought he was a local.

It was nice that she had no idea who he was.

While she texted her friend, he ducked back into the main room to grab his tablet and tell the floor manager to release his table.

”By the way, I'm Etta,” she said as they waited for his car.

”Harri-” he began, then cut himself off. She might not recognize his face-not everyone did-but she could easily recognize his name. And that might change things.

”You don't really look like a Harry, but I like it.”

He'd always hated being called ”Harry.” In fact, schoolmates had only used that name when they wanted to annoy him. After hearing Etta say his name with that particular lilt, however, he decided it wasn't so bad.

She beamed with an overflow of warm excitement.

”What did I do to deserve that smile?”

She flushed and glanced down. ”Am I too excited?”

He almost choked. ”Too excited? Who the h.e.l.l told you that was even possible?”

”I don't know. It's just that the world seems to think being cool is the way to go, and I can never pull it off.”

He realized that was one of the reasons why she seemed so different, why she seemed so real. There was no pretense about her, and it thrilled him. ”Cool is overrated.”

She peered up at him curiously. ”You seem to pull it off very well.”

”Maybe I'm overrated.”

”That remains to be seen.”

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About Noelle Adams.

Noelle handwrote her first romance novel in a spiral-bound notebook when she was twelve, and she hasn't stopped writing since. She has lived in eight different states and currently resides in Virginia, where she writes full time, reads any book she can get her hands on, and offers tribute to a very spoiled c.o.c.ker spaniel.