As completely corny as it sounds, he’s literally swept me off of my feet.
My heart pounds a bit as I step back out of his grasp, then stumble when I almost knock a designer display over.
“Are you okay?” he asks and reaches for my hand, but I pull it away and take another step away from him.
“Fine.”
“Are they too tall for you?” Charly asks, her face creased in concern.
“No, they’re great.” I clear my throat and smile widely. “I’ll take them.” I fumble for my credit card. “In fact, I’ll wear them out.”
Declan is staring at me like I’ve suddenly grown a cucumber out of my ear, and I know I seem completely nuts right now, but I can’t help it.
I’m in love with him.
Holy shit.
Charly’s speaking, but I can’t understand the words through the rushing in my ears. Finally, I sign the receipt—I don’t even give one shit how much it all cost—and make a beeline for outside, dragging deep breaths of fresh air into my lungs.
Does everyone hyperventilate when they discover they’re in love? Probably not.
“What happened in there?” Declan asks as he takes the bag of shoes from me and places it in the back of his Jeep, then waits for me to get buckled in before pulling out into traffic.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I’ve never been a great liar.
“You looked like you saw a ghost, and when Charly asked you if you wanted to keep the boxes, you just smiled and said, good for you.”
“Oops,” I murmur and stare out the passenger window.
“So what happened?”
“Must have been something I ate,” I say and smile brightly. “I feel better now.”
We stop at a red light and he sends me a look that screams not buying it, but he doesn’t press me. And I’m glad because what am I supposed to say?
Sorry, but I just realized when you had your sexy hand on my leg and winked at me that I’m completely in love with you and it gave me heart palpitations and I might have had a stroke?
Probably not a great thing to say.
“I have to get ready for my gig tonight, so I’m gonna drop you at Adam’s. Is that okay?”
“Perfect.”
“I’ll walk you to your car at closing,” he says.
“Great.”
“You’re sure you’re okay?”
“Great.”
He stops at the curb and before he can jump out to walk me in, I grab the shoes out of the back and wave, then rush inside to have my panic attack the way any self-respecting woman would: by myself.
***
“Phone for you,” Adam says later that day as he pulls the cordless from his ear and holds it out to me. We’re both bustling behind the bar, him pouring drinks for a party of twelve that just walked in, and me trying to restock the beer before the evening crowd hits.
“This is Callie,” I say and squat in front of the beer cooler, mentally counting bottles.
“Callie, this is Ray Michaels. I’m a producer at the Travel Channel.”
I pause and frown at the Bud Light. “Okay.”
“My associate was in New Orleans a couple of weeks ago and had the privilege of being in The Odyssey on a Friday night. He was so impressed with the renovations on the place that we would like to feature your bar on our travel show, Ins and Outs. Have you seen the show?”
My mouth is gaping open by now, and my legs are falling asleep from being in the squat position for way too long, but I can’t move. All I can do is nod.
“Callie?”
“Sorry. Yes, I’ve seen the show.”
“Great. So the host travels around the country, and in a twelve-minute segment, features a different hot spot in the city they’re visiting that week.”
“And you want The Odyssey to be one of those hot spots.”
“We do,” he says. “I can email you with more information, and the legal formalities, but I wanted to touch base personally first to see if this is something you’re interested in.”