She turned to see Megan sprawled on the floor, half the contents of their bags surrounding her, and an overturned small trashcan.Abbie couldn’t help but laugh as she went to help Megan up.
“You know it’s the sneaky trash cans you have to watch out for, Megs.”
Megan scoffed and grabbed the contents of her purse and shoved them inside.
They were almost to the door, things in hand, when Abbie whispered, “I’m in a rush because I decided to text Derek.”
Megan squealed, and practically bounced in place.
“Oh my god, shhh.”Abbie’s cheeks warmed when she saw a few people glance their way.“This is why I wasn’t going to say anything until we were alone.”
“So, basically what you’re saying is that you know I’m right.”
“I wouldn’t gothatfar.”But Abbie laughed anyway.
They were out the door, the sun slipping behind the trees, and Abbie led the way to her car.She’d parked in the small vendor lot around the side of the building.
Abbie turned the corner and the world stopped spinning.
Derek leaned against her car.
Abbie stopped so short that a couple of containers fell off her cart.She barely registered Megan retrieving them and putting them back.
Derek’s legs were crossed at the ankles, hands tucked into his jean pockets, his face obscured by a blue baseball cap and sunglasses.
Abbie would know him anywhere.
“Breathe.”Megan whispered.Abbie took a breath in, unaware that her lungs had stopped working.There was a duffel bag on the ground next to him.
Abbie looked at her friend.“Did you…?”
Megan’s smile answered the question.“I’ll let the muscle help you load these.Byeee.”She waved to Derek and disappeared back around the building to the lot for the public.
Abbie still hadn’t moved.Derek pushed off the back of her car and crossed the short distance.
There was a soft smile on his face, and those blue eyes danced.“Hi, beautiful.”
