Page 3 of Lexi Lets Go

"I'm sorry,” Mae said at a loss.

“That's alright ma'am,” said the captivating man who was right in the center of the chaos. “We’ll just get some breakfast and then find a place to work. Our bus broke down and needs to be worked on.”

Who was this guy? He looked so familiar to her. He stood there calm in the middle of the storm all around him. He had on some ripped baggy jeans, chucks, a tight plain white t-shirt, and oversized sunglasses. A mess of brown perfectly tousled locks rested on top of his head.

"If you guys are looking for a workspace while your bus gets fixed, we have a meeting room at the inn. I think it is open today. Let me double check," said Lexi.

The crowd of people turned toward her. "That would be good. Do you have wifi?" asked the woman in front with her hair pulled tightly back into a long perfect ponytail.

Lexi stopped digging through her purse and looked up at the woman. Was she serious? This may be a small town, but it wasn’t stuck in time, but by judging the serious and annoyed look on her face, she meant it.

"Yes, we have wifi." Lexi shook her head as she texted her front desk to see if there was availability. "And our meeting room is open today. Just head over after breakfast and we’ll get you guys set up."

The woman just nodded. How rude.

"Hey, thanks a lot,” a velvety smooth voice said. “When it comes time to charge us, go ahead and double it. We will be out of your hair as soon as we can get back on the road.”

When she looked up, she realized it was coming from the guy who had been surrounded by the flock of busy people. As she looked at him her mouth fell slack. He pushed his sunglasses up onto his head and smiled at her. Lexi's heart stopped beating for a moment, and she felt blood rushing to her head, and other places blood had no right to rush at eight AM on a Wednesday morning.

He walked over to her and put his hand out. Lexi just stared at him blankly. Vivian Williams cleared her throat loudly, snapping her out of her trance. She put her hand out to shake his.

"I'm Liam, nice to meet you -" he paused waiting for her name.

Lexi just looked at him as he inclined his head like he was waiting for a response, all while his devastatingly charming smile never left his face. She needed to respond, but to what? She couldn't think of what to say. As her brain caught up, she closed her eyes and shook her head.

"I'm Lexi," she said.

"Well, Lexi, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too...." she trailed off, eyes locked on his.

"Liam," he said, clearly amused by their exchange.

"Yes, Liam. It is nice to meet you. Well, I better head over to the inn and make sure everything is set up for you all."

Lexi stood up and grabbed her purse. Turning, she walked right out of the diner. It wasn't until she was halfway to the inn when she realized her car was still back at the diner, along with her breakfast, which she did not pay for. What the hell just happened? And who was that guy?

Chapter2

Liam

This morning Liam had awoken to a loud bang and a jolt on his tour bus, only to find out the bus carrying him and his staff had been separated from the bus with his equipment and roadies by over a hundred miles. They were stuck in this town that seemingly popped up out of nowhere.

After they had gotten the bus to the garage to fix, he noticed a shop that was about a block down. While his manager was dealing with the bus, he walked down to check it out.

It was a small magic shop. Peering in the window he looked in and saw one wall with baskets filled with little crystals and jars upon jars of dried herbs. On the other side of the wall were bookshelves filled with books on witchcraft and tarot cards and many other goodies. In the middle of the space was a small table with chairs. Something about this space called to him, and he wasn't sure why.

"Can I help ye, Lad?" asked a kind Scottish voice from behind him.

He turned to see an older woman with curly red hair. "No, I'm just taking a little walk while my bus gets fixed."

"Oh no, your bus broke down, did it? That's too bad. Will it be long?" she asked with a grin like the Cheshire Cat.

"I'm not actually sure yet."

"Well, if you are looking for breakfast Mae's diner a few blocks in town makes a great omelet."

"Thanks, I just might check that out. Is this your shop?" he asked as he watched her turn the key and enter carrying a cup of tea and bag, probably from the said diner. The more he looked at her, the more familiar she seemed. “I’m sorry, have we met?”

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