Anyone But You

by Jerica MacMillan

  With that little pep talk, Abby went back out. Lance looked up from his phone and smiled at her. He stood up from the couch. “Ready?”

  “Sure.”

  Lance opened the door and gestured Abby through, locking it behind him. He jogged to catch up to her to open the car door before she got in.

  Abby gave him a confused look. What was with this guy and his insistence on opening doors? She’d agreed to get dessert with him, but it wasn’t like this was a date. He was just bored and didn’t want to be home yet. That’s what he’d said. That didn’t make this a date, right?

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