The Match (It Happened in Charleston 1)

Tomorrow can't come fast enough.

Chapter Twelve

Training Camp Day 3:

JAKE: Thanks for braiding Sam’s hair tonight before you left. I can never get it right.

EVIE: Not a problem. I like braiding hair. Maybe I’ll quit the service-dog business and go to hair school.

JAKE: Can you wait to do that until after you’ve finished working with Sam and Daisy?

EVIE: Bossy much? But okay. We only have two days left anyway.

JAKE: Yeah…two days.

Training Camp Day 4:

EVIE: Dinner was great. Thanks again for inviting me to stay. I swear I really do have food at my apartment.

JAKE: It was nothing. Made sense for you to stay since training went late.

EVIE: Which makes it even nicer of you to offer.

JAKE: Stop it. You’re making me blush.

EVIE: I don’t believe it. I need photographic evidence.

JAKE: Are you trying to get me to send nudes?

EVIE: What? NO. Now I’m blushing.

JAKE: I need photographic evidence.

EVIE: …

Training Camp Day 5:

JAKE: Last day of training today.

EVIE: Yep.

JAKE: Sam’s going to miss you.

EVIE: Sam can come see me anytime she wants.

JAKE: Good to know. Come hungry today. I’m going to feed you pancakes before you guys start your session.

EVIE: Do you talk this dirty to all your female friends?

JAKE: Just you.

Chapter Thirteen

EVIE

My intentions were noble when I set out for the bathroom. I swear it. Put a Bible under my hand and I will—okay, well, that’s taking it too far because clearly my intentions were as noble as sin.

I’m standing in the middle of Jake’s bedroom, looking around with hungry eyes. I’m a jewel thief inside of Tiffany’s, and I don’t know where to start.