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Ash opened the door, and Eddie stood on the other side, smiling.
A breeze kicked through the living room, one of those warm summer gusts that sweeps in from nowhere. It lifted the hair off her neck and blew a puff of dust across the doorstep. For an instant, the room seemed to widen, to swell with warmth, and sun flooded the space.
Wow. Maybe Jen is right. Maybe he is perfect . Eddie wasn't tall, but the faded green t-shirt he'd put on outlined every muscle she could see. Sweat lined the creases in his forehead, and brilliant blue eyes met hers. Their color startled her, so bright they made the summer sky seem shady and dull. The more she examined them and tried in vain to match them to a Crayola color that had never existed, the more she felt a strange tumbling in her stomach that she didn't like at all.
God, what's wrong with me? He's just a guy. Pull it together, Ash.
Taking a deep breath, she shifted her gaze to the doorjamb above him. “Hi, Eddie. Come on in.”