Contents ( 23)
- KISS ME TONIGHT
- CHAPTER ONE – REAGAN
- CHAPTER TWO – REAGAN
- CHAPTER THREE – REAGAN
- CHAPTER FOUR – REAGAN
- CHAPTER FIVE – NOAH
- CHAPTER SIX – REAGAN
- CHAPTER SEVEN – REAGAN
- CHAPTER EIGHT – REAGAN
- CHAPTER NINE – NOAH
- CHAPTER TEN – REAGAN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN – REAGAN
- CHAPTER TWELVE – NOAH
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN – REAGAN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN – REAGAN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN – NOAH
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN – REAGAN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN – REAGAN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN – REAGAN
- EPILOGUE – REAGAN
- KISS ME AGAIN
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- BOOKS BY EMMA HART
“How’d you know I was here?”
Noah pushed the door shut behind him. “I didn’t. I’ve been just about everywhere in town until I ran into your blonde friend in the café.”
“Halley.”
“Right. I asked her if she knew where you were and she said here, so I figured I’d try it.”
“Oh. Right.” I pushed my hair behind my ear and glanced away from him. Why was he here when he’d ignored me last night? Why didn’t he feel this awkwardness? “Why were you looking for me?”
His lips twitched. “I don’t have a phone. Well, I do, but not my number.”
I raised one eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
He tucked his hands in his pockets. “Last night when we were talking, I was in the bathroom and started to run a bath. I put my phone on the side of the bath when I went to answer the door…”
My stomach sank. “I think I know where this is going.”
“Yeah. Long story short, Poosh is an asshole, and if you ever asked me something, I have no idea what it was.” He pulled his lips into a thin line. “My phone is a fucking doorstop. I went by the store this morning, but they said it’s going to take a couple days to get my number transferred to the new SIM card. I don’t have your number, and I didn’t want you to think I was ignoring you.”
“Little bit late,” I admitted. “I’ve been cursing you all morning and coming up with ways to torture you.”
He nodded slowly. “I figured you’d say that.” He smirked. “I wasn’t. I had no way of getting hold of you, and I don’t even know your last name to look you up on Facebook.”
“I’m barely there anyway.” I leaned against the table. “At least I can stop fictionally murdering you now.”
“I appreciate that.”
I grinned. “So you came all this way to find out what I wanted last night?”
“Pretty much. I also never found out who Polly is, and it’s been pissing me off.”
“She was the nine-one-one operator I spoke to when I was in the fire.”
“Thank God for that. I once dated a Polly in Maine and I was beginning to think you’d tracked her down.”
“I’m not that crazy, Noah.”
It was his turn to grin. “What did you want to ask me?”
Oh, shit.
I had to do it face to face.
I wasn’t prepared for this.
My cheeks flushed with warmth. “Um—okay.” I made sure not to look at him while I said it. “When I was in the fire, I told myself that if I got out alive, I’d find out where you lived and if it was close enough, I’d ask you out.”
Even though I was staring at the calendar that was just above his shoulder, I still caught the way his lips pulled into a stupidly sexy grin.
“You did, huh?” Noah pulled his hands from his pockets and folded his arms over his chest.