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Since hanging out with Exie at school every day, I use my free time in class to make bracelets to sell. She noticed a couple and I made her a couple and apparently her brother also wanted one and placed an order.
“Okay. I hope he likes it and thank you for helping out so I can sell them.”
She pulls her Lexus into the spot the staff from the fair staff guides her to and says, “Anytime. I love to help my best friend out.”
My heart soars in hearing her say that we are best friends. After everything that happened with Marcus and Gina, I thought it would be a long time before I could call anyone my best friend.
We walk up to the entrance to purchase our entrance tickets and the band that gives us access to unlimited rides, when I see a familiar face, I thought I would never see again waiting with a couple of friends. Lane Turner.
Exie waves at him and grabs my hand to pull me forward. When I’m standing in front of him, he gives me a knowing grin. “Hi,” he says.
I’m speechless because I never figured that Lane and Exie are related. Now thinking about it, they do have the same last name and I didn’t put two and two together.
Looking at him, I can see the resemblance Exie and Lane have. They both have dark hair and dark eyes. When they both smile, they have the same faint dimple in the left cheek.
Lane is wearing a long-sleeved fitted shirt with the sleeves scrunched up showing off the tattoos on his forearms. He is wearing fitted jeans that hang low and a fitted baseball hat. Exie introduces us without knowing we have met before.
“This is my best friend Aura and the girl I’ve told you so much about. She’s the one that makes the cool bracelets.” She points to the other two guys. “This is Blaze and Dex. They work with my brother at his shop.”
“Hey,” they both say at the same time with a wave.
“Hello,” I say softly. My gaze lands on Lane. “Hello, Lane.”
Exie’s head whips back and forth. She realizes I’m comfortable greeting him and picks up on the fact we have met before.
She points her finger between us. “Wait, how do you know each other?”
“She came by the shop and was interested in the Jeep,” he answers for both of us.
She quirks a brow. “Oh. So, you knew the whole time it was her I was talking about?”
Lane looks at his sister with a look of guilt crossing his features. “I did. I’m sorry, Exie.”
Why would he keep that from her? Was he afraid I would stop being her friend or something stupid like that?
Lane glances at me. “How come you never stopped by again? You’re not interested in the Jeep anymore?” he asks.
I love the Jeep, but a quick Google search let me know there was no way I could afford it. The Jeep he is selling is way newer than the ones I saw listed and it would take me years to come up with the money working for the St. Claires'. I was planning to purchase it since I would be turning eighteen real soon. I’m embarrassed to tell him there is no way I could afford to purchase it from him, so I go the safe route.
“I-I’m not sure it is a smart move for me right now. I’m sorry if I lead you on about my interest in buying it from you.”
I lift my wrist, showing the bracelet I made for him and undo the clasp and turn the small wooden charm that has my signature for all my handmade pieces. “Here is the bracelet you ordered.” I hold it out to him.
He takes it from my fingers, and when he looks at it, his eyes light up. He lifts his head and smiles. “I like it. I like it a lot.”
I let out the breath I was holding, relieved that he likes it. I would hate to make something that someone is willing to pay for that I spent my time on and they hate it. I return the smile and he stares at me for a second too long, not saying a word. Dex gives him a nudge.
He blinks and swallows. “Oh, my bad.” He slides his hand inside the front pocket of his jeans and retrieves the money and hands it to me.
“Thank you. I hope you really like it,” I say.
Exie claps her hands together. “Okay, let’s get to it,” she says, breaking up the awkwardness.
She walks with me behind her brother and his friends. She whispers, “I think my brother likes you.”
My head turns bringing my brows together. “I don’t think—we don’t know each other. That is not possible.”
She snorts softly. “I have never seen him stare at a girl the way he was staring at you just now.”
