'Meet me here at 8.'
Emmaline had frowned at the location given when Ashton's message had come through.
She had thought there was a mistake, but when she messaged Ashton to check, he had confirmed it.
Her nerves stopped her from thinking about that.
The words that had so easily slipped out in the heat of the moment suddenly seemed to be the hardest to say now.
Despite having Ashton pretty much completely reciprocate her feelings, Emmaline was still nervous.
Whatever she felt for Ashton now was more real than anything she had ever felt before. It made what she and Malcolm had look like the real pretend romance.
The oven timer dinged and she jumped a little, startled from her thoughts.
Carefully, she set the tray out to cool and was preparing the icing when her doorbell rang.
Emmaline frowned.
