Page 30 of A Holly Jolly Mix Up
Can’t be distracted when I’m already thinking about you.
That’s probably the boldest thing I’ve ever texted anyone. But it’s more than true. He’s becoming a permanent spot in my thoughts, a preferred distraction from all things mundane.
Oh, is that so?
His response is instant, making me chuckle softly. I imagine him in his small office at the precinct, paperwork strewn everywhere, a faint smirk on his face as he reads my message.
Yep, you’re even distracting me from counting books.
Sounds like you may need some help. Want me to come over and distract you in person?
I can hear his voice in the text, hear the humor laced into those words. I glance around the shop, noting the lack of progress I’ve made on counting my inventory.
No way, Harrington. I might never get this done if you show up.
His response is almost instantaneous.
Challenge accepted.
I laugh out loud at his audacity, shaking my head as I text him back.
Careful, detective don’t you have a crime to solve?
I’d say my case just got a lot more interesting.
My heart flutters at his flirtatious response. It’s these small exchanges that make me realize how much deeper our connection runs, how easily he slips under my skin and makes himself at home.
I tuck my phone back into my pocket and get back to work. But every few seconds, it buzzes with another message from Andrew. Each one is filled with his distinct humor, making even inventory bearable.
As I count and jot down numbers, I find myself grinning like a fool again.
Maybe it is too fast. Maybe it’s reckless and foolish and a little bit insane.
But right now, Andrew Harrington and his ridiculous texts are making me happier than I’ve been in a long time.
So how many books have you countedso far?
I glance around at the towering stacks of books surrounding me. The unfinished piles seem to mock my efforts.
Let’s just say I’ve barely put a dent in it.
In that case, I’ll bring coffee in the morning.
You’re too kind, detective. But I have a feeling you have ulterior motives.
His response is almost immediate.
Busted. Thought I could sneak in some book recommendations.
I snort, shaking my head at the device in my hand.
I’ll make sure to stock up on mystery thrillers.
And some true crime wouldn’t hurt.
I’m going to call it a night and get here a bit early tomorrow. 7 a.m. sound good?
I’ll be the dashing detective supplying the caffeine.
