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"Chase, we need to start with a clean slate if I work for you." "What do you mean?" "You know what happened at the wedding.” He tilted forward. I didn't have it in me to move farther away. "We kissed. How could I forget?" I cleared my throat. “So we have a deal?” His eyes glinted. "Why don't you apply first, and then we'll see what happens?" "Nope. That's not how it works.” Somehow, we'd ended up even closer. I was lost in his fragrance again. "I need your word, Chase," I insisted. "I promise," he said. The glint in his eyes made me suspicious, but I'd gotten him to promise, and I wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. I couldn’t understand how I was so attracted to him, especially when I knew so very few things about him. He was a great dancer and an excellent kisser. He’d helped salvage my sister’s wedding. And he’d come here tonight. “Now, let’s focus on the marshmallows,” I said, making him laugh. “Wouldn’t want to let them go to waste.” He ran a hand through his hair. The motion took me back to the beach. He’d done the exact same thing then after I’d tugged at his hair during our kiss. I remembered how it felt between my fingers. Great. I asked him for a clean slate, and now I'm fantasizing about our kiss. Way to go, Hannah.