Page 6 of All For You
But a flash of pale-blonde hair crossing the street brought me back into the now. And my entire demeanor changed. Now, I was on the hunt for her. For a second, my guard dropped, and I watched the lithe female dart across the road into the grocery store—Chuck’s. It had been there forever.
I made an impromptu stop and pulled up beside her beat-up sedan in the store parking lot. The clock on the generic dashboard of my rental showed 4:30 p.m. Without hesitation, Iturned off the engine, stepped out of the car, and made my way toward the entrance.
Casually, I started in the bakery area, grabbing a box of my mom’s favorite cookies along the way. Figured I wouldn’t show up at the house empty-handed.
Continuing around the store, I peered down each aisle, tugging the brim of my baseball cap lower to shield my face whenever I caught someone’s attention.
By the time I reached the other end of the store, I started to believe I must have been seeing things. My little nemesis was nowhere to be found.
About ready to give up, I stepped toward the registers, only to collide with someone. I knew her scent immediately, the same combination it had always been. A mix of vanilla and hay.
Gripping her biceps, I helped steady her. She barely hung on to the loaf of bread in her hands as she looked up at me, and her brown eyes widened as she realized who she bumped into.
“Well, hello there, cricket. Happy to see me?”
Chapter Three – Aspen
Damn, why did he have to look so good? Even better than the last time I came face-to-face with him. I’d given up hope that he peaked in high school. No, Owen Ramsey only got better with age.
I was almost—almost—happy to see him. Because, let’s be honest, most people who left town rarely returned. Just like with my eldest sister, the townspeople of Ashfield never expected him to step foot back in our town, especially once rumors began swirling about his father. His mother, Beverly, shouldered enough embarrassment for the both of them.
The use of the atrocious nickname quickly exterminated that twinge of happiness for me though. One I hadn’t heard since I crossed the auditorium stage and received my high school diploma. I’d hoped to never hear it again, but lo and behold, Owen couldn’t let that childish nickname drop.
“Don’t call me that,” I snarled as I twisted out of his hold.
I tried to brush past him but made the mistake of looking up into those gray eyes that captivated everyone he laid them on. It was like he dipped his irises in liquid mercury. They were the most startling shade.
“Aw, I didn’t mean anything by it,” he explained, as I moved toward the register, rolling my eyes as he followed like a lost puppy.
“Doubtful,” I said over my shoulder, snagging one last glimpse of him. My entire goal while he was here was to avoid him as much as possible. But even I knew that was going to be hard, knowing exactly where he was going to be staying.
Just as I had that passing thought, Owen asked, “Know where I can find my mom?”
He set the box in his hand behind my bread on the conveyor belt.
“I don’t,” I lied. I knew exactly where she was.
“Shame. Though I can’t say I’m unhappy with the company I’ve run into.”
Turning around fully, I squint in his direction, my eyes searching his. “Since when have you ever been happy to see me, Owen?”
Instead of answering, Owen chuckled and threw a candy bar next to his cookies. A Butterfinger, which happened to be the one I always picked. “For you.”
“How’d you know that’s my favorite?” I asked him suspiciously as the teenager at the register scanned my lone item.
With the kind of grin that brought girls to their knees—othergirls, not me—he replied, “I didn’t.”
The worker interrupted our back-and-forth with my total, and I handed him the two dollars for the bread, quickly gathered my bag, and made my way to the automatic doors.
I hurried out of the store toward my barely drivable sedan, leaving Owen without a backward glance. Just knowing he returned to Ashfield was enough to keep me from wanting to travel into town until I knew full well that he was gone. I could only hope his stay wasn’t prolonged. Though, I had a feeling that once he knew what was going on with his family’s property, he would be here until he absolutely had to return to his baseball team.
But none of that mattered to me. What Owen Ramsey did with his life was none of my business. I had enough on my plate with the farm and my fledgling social life.
As I got in my car, I looked up and watched as he strolled casually through the exit, heading in my direction. Panicked, I fumbled with my keys, jamming the right one into the side of theignition repeatedly until I finally rung the hole and it slipped in. I turned the key quickly, praying the car started on the first go. Unfortunately, as Owen got closer, it refused to turn over.
“Come on. Come on. Come on,” I pleaded with the vehicle.
A knock on my window sounded, and I sighed before I begrudgingly manually rolled down the window. My car was so old enough it didn’t have power windows, so I actually understood the rolling the window down gesture most people my age didn’t get.
