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Trivial Pursuit box in the background and wrote this message:
    Landon94 Sushi and Trivial Pursuit perfect night in #datenight #willshelikeit?
    My heart explodes inside my chest as I read his comment. My stomach is tingling. And I don’t even have to glance in the mirror to know a ridiculous smile is plastered on my face.
    #datenight
    Landon called it a DATE NIGHT.
    Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
    I quickly pull the visor down and check my reflection in the mirror. Ridiculous, I’m seeing my crush smile? Check. Glowing skin? Compliments of Landy’s Instagram comments. Sparkling eyes? Excited anticipation.
    I put the visor back up and draw an eager breath. I know I need to be cautious, but for the first time in forever, I feel potential. Potential to see who Landy is outside of his flirty, player persona. If he will keep his word and be the gentleman he promised. If getting to know me is as much on his agenda as getting to know him is on mine.
    But before I head up to his condo in the Jourdin Chicago hotel, I need to leave a comment for him on his Instagram pic.
    I’m about to type when I see another comment, and it’s from Beckett.
    17BeckettRiley #datenight? Who are you and what have you done with @Landy94?
    I grin happily from that comment. I know Aubrey manages his social media for him, but she wouldn’t write that. And she would tell me if she did.
    I type in my own comment.
    JewlerybyLivy I think she’ll love it.
    Then I drop my phone into my bag and get out of my car. I head into the posh art deco hotel, which has a separate entrance for the high-rise condos. I step up to the guest desk. I’m confirmed on Landy’s guest list and am allowed on to the private elevator to the 20 th floor.
    Nerves swirl within me as the elevator begins to climb. I hope Landy meant what he said about tonight. That we’re getting to know each other with dinner and trivia. That he’ll be serious at some point and share some things with me, things he wouldn’t share with the endless amount of women he’s snapped with at Chicago clubs and bars.
    I swallow hard. I want to be different from them. I want to be the one he shares things with, the one he can trust.
    The elevator chimes on the 20 th floor, snapping me from my dangerous thoughts.
    I have a sudden flashback to Troy, remembering how I stupidly thought I could change him and be that woman. How I vowed I would never be put in this position again.
    I hit the ‘Door Open’ button on the elevator, frozen in fear. Am I doing this all over again? But this time, the stakes are higher with a professional hockey player that I already feel I have more in common with than I ever did with Troy.
    Panic grips me. Am I being swept up in romantic notions that Landy can’t possibly fulfill? I’m a hopeless romantic, lover of romance novels, believer in happy endings. Am I stupidly projecting all of this on to Landy because I’m attracted to him? Because he’s smart and funny and spends free time playing with kids?
    Leave, my head screams at me. Call Landy. Tell him you’re not ready for this and you’ve changed your mind.
    I can do the smart thing and protect myself before I get even more swept up in Landon than I already have.
    The smart thing, which I never did with Troy.
    Buzz!
    My phone goes off inside my purse. Deciding I shouldn’t hold up the elevator anymore, I step outside while I make my decision. The doors close and it descends back down. I ignore the crushing feeling in my chest and retrieve my phone.
    It’s a text from Landy.
    Glad you love the date night plan. Look at what I got for dessert.
    I see he’s attached to his text a picture of a box of raspberry Zingers.
    The air goes out of me as I stare at the picture. Zingers, the snack cake I raved to him about during TriviaPlayOrPass! last night. He went out and found them because I said I loved them.
    And just like that, I know what I need to do.
    Landy might be a flirt. He might have a reputation for never being serious. He