deep breath. He could do this.
Pushing open the door, he stepped into the warmth and bustle of the pub. The smell of fresh fries taunted his nose as he looked around for Chloe. He saw her approaching the bar from one of the tables in the back and met her there.
âHi,â he said, tentatively.
âHi,â she said, coming around to the side of the bar and eyeing the flowers.
He held them out to her. âThese are for you. Because Iâm a jerk. Or an ass. Or both.â
âYouâre neither,â she said, surprising him. She accepted the flowers. âThese are gorgeous.â She smelled one of the dark red roses. For florist flowers, they had at least a nominal scent, which Derek was grateful for.
âThe pine smells really good,â he said, stupidly, âlike your hair.â Really stupidly.
She arched a blond brow at him, then her mouth cracked into a small smile. âI forgive you. Thanks.â
It couldnât be that easy. Still, he exhaled in relief. âThank you . Iâm sorry I didnât come to dinner. That was a dick move.â
âYes, it was, but I understand.â She peered at him over the flowers, looking hesitant. âIâm not sure what else to say. You left in such a hurry . . .â
The ball was totally in his court. âI know. Itâs just . . . the house.â
She spoke slowly, as if she were choosing her words carefully. âMaybe I shouldnât move into your house. I talked to Rob last night, and he has a small rental in Newberg that I can afford.â
He didnât want her to live that far away. But the alternative . . . Sound, like rushing water, roared through his ears and the floor seemed to move beneath his feet. This was ridiculous. It was a house . Where heâd once lived a long time ago. Ten years had gone by since heâd lived thereâlonger than heâd even called it home. Wasnât it time to let the past go? Rob and Emily would say so. Still, the thought of going there after steadfastly avoiding it for a decade, which was no easy feat in a town this size, filled him with anxiety.
But it was past time for him to get over it already. âTake it.â He said the words, but it sounded like they came from very far away. âI want you to,â he added, more to convince himself than her.
Her eyes widened briefly, then filled with concern. âAre you sure?â
He nodded, unsure he could get the word âyesâ past his lips.
She looked uncertain, but lightly touched his hand. âIf you say so.â She smiled reassuringly. âIâm going to put these in water and check on some tables. Youâre not going to run off again, are you?â
He deserved that. âNo.â
âGood.â She smiled before turning and going toward the back.
Derek practically sagged against the side of the bar. He leaned his elbow on the edge and slumped into a stool. His heart was beating fast, and a chill had stolen over the back of his neck. Maybe he needed to see Alexâs therapist to work through this.
âWhatâs with the flowers?â Georgeâs question startled Derek.
He turned to look at the bartender, whose gaze was inquisitively frank behind his bifocals. âI messed up.â
George tsked as he shook his head. âJust flowers? Women are a little more complicated these days. I hope youâre taking her to dinner, or maybe you brought chocolate too.â
No, but he shouldâve.
âWhatâd you do?â George asked, pulling a pint of Crossbow and handing it to Derek.
Derek took a drink of the wonderfully cold beer instead of answering.
âEh, doesnât matter.â George narrowed his eyes and leaned a bit over the bar. âPull yourself together, boy. That girlâs the real deal. Donât you dare break her heart.â
Derek set his beer down and squared himself toward George, interested in what the man had to say. âHow
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