AllFreeNovel
Share Us
TWO
Amethyst
The next evening,I was putting the finishing touches on the spreadsheet I’d made for the ice cream social.
Who uses a spreadsheet to plan an ice cream social?
I smiled at the thought.
I had a handwritten list, but after a couple of people wanted to change their flavors, I’d decided I needed more than paper notes. So, the spreadsheet might have been a little hardcore, but I was pleased with it.
As I ran through it again to make sure all of my formulas worked, I was interrupted by a knock on my door.
“Yes,” I said, the smile I usually wore freezing on my face when I saw my unexpected visitor.
“Amy, what are you up to?” Keenan Wattles asked.
He was leaning against the doorframe, staring at me intently.
Just as I had been the first time I’d met him all those years ago, I was struck by him. He was six foot even, his body well-toned but not bulky, and dressed impeccably as always. Add in the wide smile, neatly trimmed goatee, completely shaved head, and flawless medium brown skin, and there was no way to deny how handsome he was.
I’d thought so then, and had, for a time, thought him a good man too.
He had proven me wrong.
My smile faltered, but I forced it to come back.
“Just finishing up a little work,” I said, my voice high though still friendly, or at least I hoped.
The tone was false, overly perky, but I doubted Keenan noticed.
He rarely noticed anything about me, though it had taken me nearly five years to finally figure that out.
“Great! Why don’t we chat while you finish?”
Rather than waiting for me to agree, he walked in and sat down.
“Make yourself comfortable,” I said, only barely managing not to roll my eyes.
He just smiled and nodded, telling me that he had either missed the sarcasm or, just as likely, didn’t care.
I looked back at my computer, trying my hardest to ignore his presence.
Which was very hard, though not for the reasons it had been before.
I had met Keenan halfway through my junior year of college and had fallen immediately.
He’d been a dream—charming, smart, and easy on the eyes.
Swoon-worthy.
And after our first meeting, swoon was exactly what I had done.
He’d been on our college’s basketball team, and I’d been assigned to be his tutor.
It was the stuff of romance novel fantasies, except in real life.
For a while, I’d thought it was just that.
