Page 62 of Finding Her Treasure: A Lesbian Romance
out into traffic on a freaking peddle powered, motor-less object, he was
usually at work way early because he had this crazy fear about being late
and on his bike; he couldn’t actually be sure how long it would take him to
get there.
“Kiera!” Wynn rounded the corner as soon as she shut the back door
behind her. “Just the person I wanted to see.”
“Great,” she muttered. “I can already imagine this isn’t about how the
pick went on Friday.”
“Well, it sort of is.”
The back entrance to the store was fairly narrow. A ramp outside led to a
metal door, and inside was a narrow hallway that branched out into the
building. Wynn took up the entire space, and when he leaned an arm out
casually against the wall, he effectively blocked off the exit. He basically
had Kiera cornered, and if she didn’t know him better, she’d think he
actually planned it. Okay, so she did know him and she was entirely certain
he had indeed planned to get to the store before her to have the chat she’d
basically been dreading.
Why? Because she was a coward. Because every single time she thought
about Romi her skin crawled. And not in a bad way. It was more of a shiver
than a crawl. And that shiver often turned into an itch. The kind of itch that
couldn’t be scratched. Thoughts of Romi brought a fresh level of awareness
creeping up. She couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t beat it down. She couldn’t
smother it. The spark of awareness turned into full-on flames that she
couldn’t douse.
The problem was, Romi made her feel like a woman again. Like a
woman who wanted things. She made her feel, period. It was confusing.
Annoying. She was scattered and she couldn’t seem to get the pieces of
herself put back into the neat, tidy order that she’d arranged them into
before she met Romi. She’d barely kept her shit together through the dinner
with Shane’s mom. All of Sunday had been torture because she couldn’t
