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“Nothing wrong with that. I admit I like things my way. If a guy can’t handle taking orders from a woman, then he’s not for me. I make no excuses.”
Rolling my eyes, I grinned, getting to my feet. “And on that note, I need to get home. I left the soup on the stove for you. Eat another bowl before you go to bed, then put the pot in the fridge. There is enough left for tomorrow. And try to rest, Devlyn.”
“Yes, mom,” my sister deadpanned.
Pulling in front of Beth’s coffee shop, I turned off my car and got out. Figuring since I was still in town, I wanted to treat myself to some of Beth’s wonderful muffins and a good cup of coffee. Grabbing my bag, I stepped out of my shit Prius and walked inside.
Hearing the bell jingle, I looked around and sighed.
Damn.
The place was teeming with tourists, making it nearly impossible to move around freely. I should have known it would be.
Tourist season was in full swing.
Minding my own business, I stood in line as people talked and laughed as they planned their next adventure. The bell above the door jingled near constantly while I waited patiently, moving at a snail’s pace towards the counter. I was seriously thinking of leaving when someone bumped into me, knocking me forward a few steps, causing my glasses to clatter to the floor and my hair to come out of its clip.
Sighing, I bent down, feeling my way around the floor for my glasses and hair clip, when someone stepped on my hand.
Wincing, I held my hand to my chest when I heard. “Move back, you fuckers! You’re gonna trample her!”
Firm hands gripped my shoulders, helping me to stand.
Pushing my hair out of my face, I tried to focus on my savior, but all I could see was a blur. That’s when I heard the distinctive sound of crunching and moaned, “Great.”
Seconds later, someone said, “Um. Are these yours?”
Turning to the new person, I still saw nothing.
“If they are glasses, then yes. They are mine,” I muttered.
“I’m sorry, but I stepped on them,” the person said, placing the broken glasses in my hand.
“Are you okay?” the man who helped me up asked.
At least I thought it was him.
I couldn’t see shit.
“Just embarrassed. That’s all.”
“Henley?” I heard Beth’s voice and sighed.
Thank God. Someone I knew.
“Hi, Beth.” I smirked. “Sorry about the drama.”
“Oh, honey, it’s not your fault. This place is so crowded, there is no space left. It’s packed to the brim. Here, take my hand and I’ll get you out of this mess,” Beth said, reaching for my hand as she pulled me from the crowd.
God, I felt so stupid. Shaking my head, I blindly followed Beth out of the chaos to safety.
What the hell was I going to do now? I couldn’t drive without my glasses, and Devlyn was contagious with the plague. No way I could ask her to come get me. I didn’t know anyone else in town that well to ask a favor.
It was at moments like this where living like a hermit on the mountain didn’t seem like such a good idea. Although I thoroughly enjoyed my peace and quiet, trouble seemed to find me often, and as expected, I would often be the one responsible for handling the situation.
“Here,” Beth instructed. “Sit here.”
Feeling my way around, I found myself seated on a comfortable sofa.
