Page 28 of Sparks Fly
“All was going well, until I was woken up to someone standing at the end of my bed.” Her eyes widen, lips part, and I hold my hand up towards her. “No, no, not anything bad. No one broke in.” I watch as her shoulders sag in relief. “It was my ex’s dad…”
“What?”
“Yes.”
“In your apartment?”
I shake my head. “His’ apartment,” I correct her.
“Oh.”
“Yes, oh.”
“Worse though, my friend can’t get me anywhere else until next week.”
“I…”
I hold my finger up. “But...”
“But?”
“But he has told me to stay there. It’s only a week and he’ll be back home. He said to save me paying out for somewhere else to stay whilst I am here seeing as I paid to stay in the penthouse…” I trail off and my cheeks blaze pink. “I told him I didn’t pay for the penthouse, that he technically did.”
“How?” She steps around the counter and places her hands on her hips as she looks down at me.
“My friend works with Royce… He drives for Saint Onyx, she put the apartment on their account.”
“Oh,” A second one slips past her lips. “So, what you going to do?” she quickly asks
“Stay in the penthouse?” I answer with a question.
“Is that wise?” Her hands are on her hips still as she taps a finger against the cotton of her tee.
“Why wouldn’t it be? He will stay out of my way, I’ll stay out of his.” I shrug my shoulders up and stand up so we’re eye to eye.
“What if...”
“What if what?”
“Well, you and him somehow cross the line…”
I laugh loudly, my head tipping back slightly before it simmers down to a giggle. “No chance.” I drop my face, shaking my head side to side.
“No?”
“No.” I roll my lips, all laughter disappearing.
“Well, should be fine then.” She gives a wide toothy grin.
I spendthe morning in the shop, wandering around and helping Rue out when there was a small influx of people. I was in awe of her and found myself watching how she worked.
“Ready for lunch?” she asks, just as she grabs her bag from behind the counter and follows the last customer out the door.
“Always,” I murmur, closing the door behind us and she locks it before dropping the keys into her bag.
“What do you fancy?” she asks, linking her arm through mine as we begin to walk towards the marina.
“Anything, I could really do with an iced coffee though…”
