Page 42 of So Right
“So who wants to go see art?” Brooke had sat back down but now got up again.
“Me,” Cam said, picking up their trash. He looked across the table at Luke and Kelsey. “You coming?”
Luke turned toward his date, and she nodded as she said, “Sure.”
After disposing of their trash, they made their way to the arts and crafts on display and for sale. The watercolorist was quite good. He’d done a rendering of a vineyard, which Luke couldn’t seem to tear his eyes from.
Kelsey came to stand beside him. “You like that a lot.” She was close enough that he could smell her intoxicating honeysuckle scent.
“I do.”
“It’s gorgeous.”
He turned and whispered, “Not as pretty as you.”
“Now you’re just being corny.”
“Nope. I’m being honest.” He took her hand and squeezed it before turning to continue to the next booth.
When she didn’t withdraw her hand, his pulse quickened. The next booth was handmade jewelry—earrings and bracelets, mostly.
Kelsey picked up a silver bracelet from the display. A book charm dangled from the clasp. “Cute,” she murmured.
“You like that?”
She nodded. “I’m a sucker for silver. And books.” She smiled at the vendor as she set it back down.
They caught up with Brooke and Cam and had a good time touring the booths until Cam realized they’d never gone to the beer garden. Kelsey didn’t really want to go back, and Luke didn’t either. Instead, they made their way to the music area where the headlining act had just taken the stage. They were playing something in between a fast and slow song, and Luke asked Kelsey to dance.
“Seriously? I don’t remember the last time I danced.”
“Me neither.” He shrugged, smiling at her. “Sounds fun, though, right? And this is a good song.”
“I can’t argue with you there, but don’t laugh at me, okay?”
“Only if you promise not to laugh at me.”
He led her to the dance floor, which was basically an open area of grass currently populated by maybe a dozen people. They did their best to dance and twirl to the song, laughing as they collided more than once as they each tried to figure out what to do.
The song ended, and, still giggling, they traipsed back toward the periphery.
She looked up at him. “I’ve had a great time, but I’ve got a double shift tomorrow with the library and the pub.”
“But Cinderella, it’s nowhere near midnight.”
She pointed her toe. “And I’m not wearing glass slippers. Sorry to burst your fantasy.”
Yes, she was a fantasy, he realized. A living, breathing dream of what he wanted right now.
“Come on, I’ll walk you home.” He twined his fingers through hers, and they made their way out of the park.
She cast a sidelong glance his way. “You live near here, right?”
“Go a block west and then up three more blocks. Tiny rental. Okay, maybe not tiny, and it’s about to get bigger. Did I tell you that Jamie’s moving out?”
She looked at him askance as they crossed the street. “No, you didn’t. Is that a good thing?”
“Yes. I prefer to live alone.”
