Tears pressed behind Alissa’s eyes, but she would not show them to Shawn.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his electric blue eyes open wide. He seemed sorry. “I just lost my head. You look so beautiful, and I was just…I wasn’t thinking.”
“This is not a date,” she said. “You’re not my boyfriend. You don’t get to kiss me.”
“Got it.” He nodded. “Sorry, Liss.”
She loved how he called her the old high school nickname. She’d liked the feel of his hand in hers. And fine, she’d thought about kissing him too. But she wasn’t actually going to do it. He’d leaned down and done it.
The awkwardness between them settled, and she said, “You were going to show me a bike.”
“Right.” Shawn practically jumped toward a door. “You’ll never guess what it is.”
“I’m not even going to try.” She wanted to hold his hand a
