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I let out a yearning-filled sigh when the screen turns black. Never did I know you could miss a man so much. I thought it was ridiculous, but it's true.
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Music blastthrough the speakers of my BMW as we cruise through the city. Samantha has hooked up her iPhone to my car radio, so we swing and sing along with the lyrics of the song "Perfect" by Ed Sheeran.
"My god, this variant is fantastic," I say as I listen to the version which is a duet with Andrea Bocelli.
"I agree. Singing the lyrics in Italian is sexy."
The track ends, and Samantha shoots up and presses the mute button on her phone when the next song, a piano piece, blasts through the speakers.
"Hey, don't. I want to hear that too."
Samantha's cheeks color pinkish.
"There is nothing wrong with liking classical music. So press play and let me hear it."
Samantha swallows, but does as I ask. The car fills with the most astonishing piano music I've ever heard. I never really listened to piano music or other classical music. Every time my parents would listen to it, I would stick my earphones in and listen to pop tunes.
But this piece is classical and has pop music elements in it. My mind wanders to Cole, and when I imagine him playing a part like this, it has me creaming up my panties. The melody is delicate, and when it increases in intensity towards the end, I hold my breath. "My god, that song is so full of life. I never thought I would say this, but this is the kind of piano music I can appreciate."
Samantha smooths her clothing while staring outside.
"What's the name of this piece and the piano player?"
"I don't know."
Hmm.
Before I can ask more, the sound of an incoming text interferes. Samantha grabs her phone, and a smile appears as she reads. Seconds later, her fingers fly over the screen as she reacts back. Texts fly back and forth, and I assume it's her best friend in Los Angeles. But when she bites down on her bottom lip and blushes, I realize it might be someone else.
Oh, my god. What if it's a boy?
I decided not to ask questions. Because a conversation about boys with a teenager while driving isn't a smart idea.
God, I was fifteen when I got interested in boys.
Shit, why does she have to be fifteen already?
I shake my head. Don't freak out. Maybe he's just a friend. And friendships are essential—especially when you're in your teens, I remind myself.
When I was her age, I had Bella and Emma in my life. We shared everything. Even today, they're the people I turn to when my head is a mess or when I need a second opinion. I smile as I park the car behind the store.
Okay, let's stop considering the worst and assume she's texting with one of the new friends she made at school. That idea is much easier to digest.
"Samantha, we're here."
She puts her phone down and smiles.
Once inside,Amanda shows Sam the store and explains to her what you need to do when you're the owner of a clothing store. After that, Samantha roams the store for a while, trying on different outfits and checking them out in the mirror. Later, she watches how we work with customers, and when she gets bored, she asks Amanda if there is a place where she can sit and relax without bothering us or customers. Amanda nods and takes her back into her office, telling her she can chill there as much as she wants. In the meantime, Amanda and I work on fresh ideas for the upcoming summer, fall, and winter collections.
"Hey, it's 1:00 p.m. already. Time for our lunch break," Amanda states when her stomach makes a growling sound.
We walk back, and I chuckle, stopping at the office and seeing Samantha lying on the light brown leather two-seater couch Amanda bought. She's texting while a half-eaten club sandwich she purchased at the diner across the street rests on her lap.
"Who are you texting?" Amanda asks while walking in.
Samantha jumps up, startled by our sudden appearance. I narrow my eyes when she shows the deer in headlights expression.
