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“They do. Now, when are you going to give it to him?” She asks.
“I think I’m going to go over to his place tonight and leave it under his windshield wiper or something.”
“Alright, I’ll go with you,” she says, and I smile.
That’s why I love Kerry. She’s always encouraging me to go after things. She’s my ride or die, and I don’t know what I’d do without her. If things don’t work out with Beau, at least I’ll always have her.
“Now,” she says. “Help me with dinner.”
“You’ve got it,” I say as I set my laptop aside and move to help her.
TWO
Beau
“That’s it,take all of it,” I tell Lena as I thrust into her tight heat.
“Beau,” she moans. “You feel so good.”
“You feel even better.”
“I’ve been dreaming about this for so long,” she tells me as she tightens around me.
“I love you.”
She opens her mouth, and my heart soars as I get ready to hear her say those three little words to me, but instead, all that comes out is BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.
“Son of a bitch,” I growl as I blink my eyes open and realize that it was all a dream.
I shouldn’t be surprised. These dreams happen at least twice a week, and I always wake up disappointed.
I turn off my alarm and climb out of bed. I need to get to work, and I hop in the shower, trying to force thoughts of Lena and me together from my head as I rinse off. I need to have all thoughts of Lena scrubbed from my mind before I walk into work and see her brother.
I get dressed and grab my keys as I jog outside and over to my truck. I’m climbing behind the wheel when I see the white envelope tucked under my windshield wiper, and I frown as I grab it and toss it onto the passenger seat.
I’m running late so I decide to read it later as I head into town. I drive down Main Street and park outside of Grind On. I look around for any sign of Lena or her car, but she must be running late today too.
I grab the envelope and tear it open. There’s nothing written on the front, and I scan the words, then reread the whole thing again.
A secret admirer?
My first thought is that it’s from Lena, but that has to just be wishful thinking. There are no clues as to who it could be from.
I look up and spot Lena’s car pulling into the lot. She runs this place with her friend, Kerry. They took it over a few months ago when the old owner retired and moved south. Lena usually opens, and Kerry closes.
Lena heads inside, and I climb out of my truck and follow her inside.
“Hey, Lena,” I greet her.
I’m paying close attention to how she acts today, looking for any sign that she’s my secret admirer.
“Hey, Beau. How’s it going?” She asks as she joins Lilou, the other barista, behind the counter.
“Pretty good,” I say.
My heart sinks. She’s acting normal. That must mean that she’s not my secret admirer.
“The usual?” She asks, and I nod, tossing a five-dollar bill on the counter.
