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We both wave and I look at Elisha. Most of the morning crowd has left, or at least the smaller crowd as some people haven’t ventured out yet. I couldn’t even find a parking spot since the snow isn’t fully plowed yet, but my favorite library patron, a little old man named Mr. Arkin, took pity on me and let me use his extra garage space.
Felipe was less than excited to be home alone when I left, but I need to get to the library and make sure our plumbing didn’t freeze.
“You slept with him, didn’t you?” Elisha hisses as her eyes dart to the only customers in here besides me, a couple in their mid-thirties who are sitting typing on their laptops while sipping lattes.
“Shhh,” I say, using my best librarian voice.
“I fucking knew it!” she whisper-yells.
I glare at her.
“What? Max and Bastian both owe me one hundred dollars!” she says loudly. The couple pauses and looks over at us.
She doesn’t even look sheepish.
“Seriously. You’re a total ho bag,” I grumble.
“Girl, you needed it. How was it? Are the rumors true? Is he hung like his horses? Does he still look as hot as those photos I found online? Tell me he looks like a supermodel!” she squeals, her excitement palpable. If I ever speak to Adam again, I’m going to tell him he needs to start coming into town so everyone here isn’t making up absurd rumors about him.
“Calm down there, killer. He—”
Elisha’s mouth drops open as her gaze looks past me. I frown and turn. “Holy fuckballs,” I whisper. I rub my eyes because the only logical explanation is that I’m hallucinating. Nope. Adam is still riding a horse down the street and coming right toward the café.
“Well, I’ll be a princess in a motherfucking real-life fairy tale,” Elisha says as she tries to gain her composure.
He really does look like a fairy-tale prince riding on his trusty steed. He’s trimmed his beard. A lock of his wavy hair falls over one eye. Stubble dots his cheeks and chin. He’s wearing some outfit that screams that he should be on the cover of a high-end outdoors magazine.
I’m in such shock, I don’t even know what to say or do. I just sit there, with my mouth gaping as I stare at Adam. He stops his horse right outside the window and hops off. Tying the lead to a light pole, he glances inside the café. I can’t look away from him as he pulls open the door and steps inside. His bright blue eyes meet mine and the intensity between us grows like thickening fog with each of his steps.
“Isa,” he says in a low gravelly voice that has my lady bits paying close attention.
“Adam,” I manage as I attempt to stand, but instead, I knock over the table. Coffee goes spilling everywhere. Elisha quickly grabs a towel as Adam steps around the table and grabs my arm.
“Are you OK?” he asks, his intense gaze searching mine. I pull my arm away so that I can help Elisha wipe up the coffee.
“I’m fine. I…Elisha, let me help,” I offer as I lean down just as Adam moves forward and…I smack my head against his crotch. He grunts and my face goes from pink to bloodred.
“Oh my God, are you OK? I’m sorry,” I mutter with my face still pinned against his crotch because Elisha has uprighted the table and now we are boxed in against the wall.
I hear the table squeak as Elisha moves it.
“Oops, sorry,” she says in a singsongy voice that I know is anything but sorry. I pull my face away from Adam’s body and look up. There’s a pained expression on his face and I grimace.
“I really am sorry,” I whisper.
He just nods and places a hand over himself as if I might headbutt the sensitive area again. He doesn’t speak, but he does manage to hold a hand out to help me stand. I accept it and rise to see the chaos I’ve created. The table toppled over and caused another table and chairs to fall over into a display stand that had coffee on it and now bags of coffee are everywhere, some ripped open, spreading coffee grounds and beans in all directions. The couple in the back is looking at us with wide eyes.
Before I can say anything more, Elisha is standing next to me holding out a broom. “You’re lucky that you’re my best friend,” she says.
I start sweeping up the coffee beans on the floor. “What do you want?” I hiss at Adam. Now, I’m just annoyed. What the hell is he even doing here?
“You didn’t take the books,” Adam states.
“No shit, Sherlock,” I grumble as I dump the beans into a trash can.
“Don’t you want them?” he asks.
I continue sweeping because I honestly don’t know what to say. Yes, please give me the books? No, take your fucking books and shove them where the sun doesn’t shine? I actually started liking you for two seconds but you turned out to be a prick after all? I can’t make up my mind.
