I’ll let her decide how she wants them on the shelves when she gets home. And I can’t wait to help her.
CHAPTER 19
Lana
Natalia and Isabelle storm into the bookstore, demanding attention by calling out my name.Repeatedly. Even as I’m taking Sheriff Jeffords’s coffee order—even though I know it by heart.
“Ladies,” Raymond tips his sheriffs hat toward my friends. “Thank you, Lana.”
“Have a good day, Raymond.” I wave him off before I glare at my friends. “What?”
“Be nicer to us,” Natalia pouts. “We saw something interesting.”
I roll my eyes. “Wow,” I deadpan.
“Hey!” Isabelle snaps. “Christian is in your driveway.”
“Yes,” I sigh and leave the register, taking off the apron. I tell Joey that he’s in charge back here now before I leave toward the bookshop side of the place, my friends following suit. “Nothing new.”
“He’s living with you now,” Natalia squeaks. “Isn’t it fun?” She wiggles her brows.
I shrug as if I hate it, my eyes perusing the spines of the books. I stop in the middle of the aisle and cross my arms, even as my cheeks heat. “It’s…fun.”
“Well I guess it’s fine since he’s buying you groceries, flowers, and furniture,” Isabelle says with an arch brow.
“Furniture?” My eyebrows shoot up. “My house is fully furnished, Isa.”
They both shrug. They would have been twins in another life, I think. “Is this the town gossip lately?”
Isabelle gives me a look and Natalia’s lip curls. “No, not really. This new girl did move to town this week though.”
“Wow,” I deadpan again.
“You’re such a hater,” Natalia scoffs.
I sigh, wanting to go home and see what Christian has been doing to my house. “Fine, I’m sorry. Tell me more.”
“And…Elena texted me…”
“She did?”
Isabelle nods. “Don’t tell Luca though. He’s still pretending he’s over her.”
I’m still blinking and reeling on the news that one of our best friends—the missing fourth member of our group—has come back from the dead. “What did she say?”
“Later.”
“But—”
“Christian is at your housebuilding something!”
I shake my head. “He isn’t.”
They both frown and take my hands, pulling me toward a table by the window. I sit across from my two best friends and slump in the chair.
“I passed by your house on the way in and saw him unloading his car,” Isa tells me, and pauses “Are you okay?”
I feel the heavy frown on my lips.
