Sofia shoved his chest. “You’re impossible.” She turned to walk away.
He slipped a hand around her wrist. “Where are you going?”
“Home. It’s late.”
“How many Love Potions have you had? Let me drive you.”
“Holly already offered. She’s obsessed with driving now that she has her license.”
“Ah, got it. So, I’ll see you…?”
She narrowed her eyes mischievously and poked his chest playfully. “You owe me a shopping trip, remember? And lucky for you, I have a free weekend trip I’m cashing in tomorrow.”
“Weekend? You asking me on an overnight trip?”
Sofia rolled her eyes. “There’s two bedrooms. Don’t make it weird.”
He shook his head but raised his hands in surrender.
“Aside from the shopping, we can each have our own little vacation. It’s about time you saw something outside Emerald Hollow.”
“I don’t know. I like everything I’ve seen here.” His eyes were still on her, that intense gaze that had been lit by their kiss still lingering.
Sofia shifted her weight on her feet. “Pick you up at ten,” she said then thought better of it. He had to know she wasn’t a morning person. “No, make it eleven.”
“You got it, Wrecker.”
She rolled her eyes, but a thrill went through her. The feel of his hands and his mouth were still fresh in her mind, and she turned away before he could see her flush.
Chapter Thirty-Two
ISAIAH
Sofia showed up at the Emerald House to collect him thirty minutes after their scheduled time the next morning, and Isaiah couldn’t resist giving her a hard time.
“Feeling those Love Potions this morning?” he asked as he climbed into the passenger seat. He noticed her overnight bag sitting in the back and slipped a small backpack Ash had given him between his feet on the floor.
“Not at all,” she said primly.
He glanced over and noticed that she looked fantastic, as always. If she’d gotten as little sleep as he had the previous night, she wasn’t showing any signs of it.
“So, what do you have in store for me? I only need one or two more outfits.”
Sofia raised her eyebrows. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
Isaiah waited a beat to see if she was going to rib him about the few outfits he’d been rotating since his first week there. But she left it at that, so he changed the subject.
“So, do I finally I get to hear the story of why you don’t sing in public, or is that something only Ash can know about?” Isaiah hadn’t believed her when she’d told him there was no storybehind her phobia, and he didn’t mind the potential side effect of sending both of their minds to the night before.
Sofia shifted a little in her seat. “Even Ash doesn’t know the origin of that one.”
Surprised, Isaiah turned to her. “Really? He was the one who mentioned it in the gazebo.”
“He knows that I hate singing. But not why. I have told him three or four different stories, all fake. And he knows it.”
“Dang. It must have been pretty bad to warrant fake stories in its place.” Isaiah didn’t think she would tell him if she hadn’t even told Ash, but he wanted to know everything about her, and that story was no exception.
“You’ll never know,” she said, shooting him a sideways look.
