Page 58 of Sparks Fly
“I’ve heard he doesn’t really like it here, comes for the races and event weekends but avoids the area when he can.”
Her friend joins her at the same time I drop that little bombshell.
“Really? I thought most of them lived here.” Disappointment surges through her friend.
“Nope, only the odd few actually live here.
“Well, that’s not ideal.” She looks at her friend
“If it’s meant to be, you’ll run into him.” I place my hand on the top of her arm and give it a soft rub.
Rue walks over and looks between the three of us, then lets her eyes fall to the book in my hand.
“Great choice.” She nods towards it then looks back up at the girls. “You look sad. Why are you sad in a book shop?” Her lips tease a smile.
“They thought they may have bumped into Royce.”
“As in your ex-boyfriend Royce?” I hear their gasps and I inhale heavily, my shoulders rising and falling.
“Yup.”
“Oh, my God. You used to date Royce Lexington?!” The dark-haired girl eyes go wide, and I want to face palm myself.
“Oh, you didn’t tell them.”
I force a smile onto my lips as I turn to Rue. “No, I didn’t.”
“My bad.” She grimaces and then backs away slowly, holding her hands up before ducking behind her desk.
I shake my head.
“What was he like?” the other girl asks as I begin to walk towards the till.
“Amazing.” I don’t lie. He was amazing.
“He seems amazing,” they say in unison.
“Yeah.” My voice trails off as I place the book down on the counter, the girls still hovering.
“Sorry about your breakup.” The dark-haired girl gives me a look of sympathy, and I tilt my head.
“Thank you.” I smile at her, warmness blooming in my chest.
“We’ll see you around, maybe?” She sounds hopeful, and I give her a nod.
“Give her a follow on socials, she’s one of thoseinfluencers,” Rue pipes in and I cast my gaze to her.
They both pull their phones out from their bags and search the name that Rue gives them.
After five minutes of conversation, they walk out of the shop, huge smiles on their faces before they disappear.
“Sorry about that.” Rue winces as she begins to wrap the book I placed down.
“Don’t worry about it.” I wave her off then turn to face her.
“Wasn’t my place to say anything.”
“It wasn’t,” I admit, eyes batted down as I watch her, “but you didn’t do anything wrong. Stated a fact. You weren’t to know I didn’t say anything.”
