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London is here. He’s back … and he’shot. And, oh my god …
“She’d …love to,” Quinn interjects, rolling his hand. “Right, sweetie?”
I nod, still not sure what planet I’m on. “Right. Coffee. Coffee is good.”
“Ooookay.Give the nice man your number, so I can ring up his purchase, and get away from this awkwardfest,” Quinn retorts, tossing me a pen and sticky note. “And that’s definitely saying something, considering where we all are.”
In an absolute daze, I write down my number and hand the paper to him. Before I can set the pen down, he takes it from me and grabs my hand. He presses the pen tip to my palm and writes down seven digits.
“This way, you don’t lose it,” London says, clicking the pen and handing it back to Quinn. “I doubt that’s changed much.”
When we were kids, my head was always in the clouds. I was forever losing things.
But he’s wrong.
I’ve definitely gotten better at keeping track of details. In fact, some of my clients consider me a master of it.
I blink hard, not telling him any of that.
Instead, I shoot him what I can only consider is a bewildered, crazy smile as I back out of the shop.
When I get outside, my heart finally starts beating again.
London is here.
He’s back.
And I just gave him my number.
CHAPTER4
London
Iwatch her leave, and her expression is as dazed as I feel.
She looks so fucking good.
Definitely not an ogre. And puberty had definitely hit herjust right.
Thanks for that, Cal.
My brain can’t even fathom what just happened.
After the talk with Cal, what are the chances I’d run into her?
“So, you and Lily, huh?” the store clerk says, ripping me from my thoughts.
I blink back at him, then clear my throat. “Um, what?”
He scans only one of the plastic bags of stir-sticks and shoves the rest of the box at me. “You and Lily. You were a thing?”
“No,” I mutter, but my strangled laugh doesn’t really emphasize the point I was trying to make. I clear my throat and repeat myself, trying to sound more sure.“No.”
The guy quirks his pierced eyebrow. “Seriously? Because I definitely caught a vibe—”
“There’s no vibe,” I spit out.There was definitely a vibe.“She and I were best friends.”
“Oooh,” he says, leaning in closer and fluttering his eyelashes. “Is this my lucky day? Are you batting for the other team?”
