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Despite my refusal, Aunt Helena goes all out, showering me with purchases in several boutiques, including workout attire. I guess I’m doing yoga with her for the rest of the summer.
Wren helps carry the many shopping bags inside when we arrive at the house. I pile the new clothes in the laundry and head to the kitchen, thinking about cooking dinner.
While checking the fridge for options, I hear the front door, and I slant in time to glimpse Reid walking by.
“Hey,” I call out.
He backtracks and steps into the kitchen.
“Hey,” he echoes. “What are you doing?”
“I thought I’d make dinner.”
“Nevermind about that,” Aunt Helena says, coming into the doorway. She reaches two pieces of paper to Reid. “Tickets to a music show tonight. Some young pop act.”
Reid checks the tickets and tells her, “I’ve never heard this artist.”
“Well, you might like her music,” Aunt Helena states confidently. “Show starts in two hours. Something to do on a Saturday night, huh. Grab dinner on the way.” She struts off after that.
We look at each other.
Reid shrugs and asks, “Interested?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll shower real quick.”
As he veers down the passage, I hurry upstairs to do the same, hauling on a flowy top and jeans afterward.
I find Reid waiting in the garage, looking fresh in his graphic tee and jeans. “Ready?”
“Yep.”
We head out, eat burritos in town, and continue to the concert venue.
The temperature is slightly cooler now, so I don’t mind that the show is outdoor.
It takes a few minutes to find a parking spot.
We hand the tickets to a volunteer at the entrance, then trek down to the lawn, staying at the back.
By the time the concert kicks off, more people have gathered behind us, making Reid and I stand close.
I catch the intense notes of his invigorating cologne, and the spicy, masculine scent incites thoughts that have no business in my head.
Like Reid, I’m unfamiliar with the singer. Most of the concertgoers seem to know her music, though. They raise their hands, singing aloud while dancing and brushing each other.
Someone bumps me, and I stumble into Reid. My hands fly up to his chest as he steadies me in place.
Glancing down with blatant concern, he asks, “You good?”
“Yeah,” I shout back and chuckle awkwardly.
Heat is tiptoeing across my skin from his firm grip on my body. I don’t even want to back up, not when I’m feeling the tempo of his heart. It seems to be increasing speed beneath my palms.
It can’t be because of me.
