Page 21 of Bitterly Cold


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I avoided her curious gaze as I replied.

Birdie: Why?

Dante: Don’t play games. Is she?

Again, I kept my eyes on my screen. Should I tell her Dante was asking about her? They really needed to talk and spend some time alone together.

The entrance bell rang, and a young girl entered.

“Welcome to Sister Chic. Can I help you find anything?” I asked.

“Hi. I’m just looking. Thanks,” she replied, seeming a little nervous.

“Okay. I’ll just be over here if you need anything.”

“Uh-huh.”

I lowered my gaze to my cell phone.

“Who texted you?” Ember asked.

“Oh. Um.”

“Dante, right?”

“He’s just persistent. I’ll talk to him and see what he wants.”

The customer strolled around the rack near us. Almost like she was eavesdropping. Whatever, nosey.

I typed out my reply.

Birdie: Let’s meet for a beer or something later.

Dante: Sure. When? Where?

Birdie: How about The Bullet? We close at 6:00.

Dante: I’ll be there. Bring Ember with you.

Birdie: I’ll try. See you later.

“What is Dante saying? The suspense is killing me,” Ember said in an annoyed voice.

“We’re meeting for a beer at The Bullet. Wanna come so I don’t have to be alone with him?”

“Yeah, right. No thanks. He texted you.” She turned on her heels and headed for the door.

“Where are you going?”

“I have some prep work to do for my student teaching job.”

“Fine. I’ll just be with Dante tonight.”

“I’ll take these.” The young woman approached the counter.

“We just got these shirts in today. They’re so cute!” I rang her up. “Are you new in town? I haven’t seen you before.”

“I’m just passing through. Small towns have the best shops. I love this boutique. It’s so trendy and eclectic.”

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