Page 3 of Dear Bookworm Beauty
He holds up his hands. "I'm not saying to keep this information to yourself, but right now, all you have is just a letter with no name of who wrote it.”
He’s right.
“Maybe you could hold off on telling anyone until you dig a little deeper and find out more.”
“Josephine La Monte’s family home is only a three-hour drive away near Alexandria. Maybe we could go and look around.”
“We?”
I was hoping he caught that.
“I think that it would be helpful if someone were with me to talk out this mystery. Plus, if you came along with me, we could get that cup of coffee you were asking about.”
The corner of his mouth ticks up, and his cheeks turn a slight pink. "So, youdidhear me ask you that.”
I’m not used to guys I want to ask me out, actually asking me out.
Most guys look at me as an easy mark to throw a few sweet words at, so they can get in my pants. They see my curves and think, “Oh, she must have low self-esteem.”Wrong. Or they see I’m always with my nose in a book and think, “There’s no way someone like her would pass up a chance with a stud like me.”No, thanks.
I want a guy that doesn’t have to be the center of attention in every room he walks into. Someone who can pass by his reflection and not feel the urge to stop and pose. Someone who listens when I speak and isn’t just waiting for me to stop talking so he can start. I don’t know much about this cute librarian, but he doesn’t seem like he’s anything like that.
“I did hear you.” I hold up the letter. “I just got sidetracked for a moment.”
“When did you want to go?”
"Tomorrow," I say, but it sounds more like a question. "I'd leave tonight if it wasn't already so late."
He looks down at his watch. “You’re right. It’s past closing time.”
“So, are you in—”
“Grant.”
That’s a good name. Not like that douchebag Beckett that’s been sniffing around me.
“So, are you in for a road trip, Grant?”
"He finally asked you out?" Renee, my roommate, asks as she stands in the doorway of my bedroom.
“Did you hear everything I just told you?”
“Yeah, yeah,” she waves her hand like she is shooing my comment away. “You found a love letter between two dead people. I prefer to focus on the two people who are still alive that are about to fall in love.”
“His name is Grant. And he only asked if I wanted to get a coffee with him.”
“Oh right, I forgot. No one ever falls in love with someone after having a coffee date. They just have their lattes and move on with their lives, like two passing ships in the night.”
“Are you done?”
"I don't know. Are you going to admit that the cute librarian you've mentioned once or hundred times in the past month finally asked you out, and you are excited?”
I feel the smile spread across my face, and I can't hold it back. I can’t deny it, especially to Renee. Even if she didn’t know that I’d had a little crush on Grant from afar, she could read me like a book. There is no hiding anything from her, especially when I want to.
“Yes, I’m excited for whatever might happen with Grant. But I’m also excited about the letter.”
“Do you really think anything will come from it?”
“I don’t know.” I sit down on my bed. “I hope so, not only for my academic career, but I always thought it was so sad that she never found anyone.”
