Cool cool.
Logan
Someone said that there is a locked room at Town Hall that stores all the records of town scandals for the past 60 years and only Brian has a key.
Hannah
I believe it.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
“You’re smiling again,” Sam says as he adjusts a new watercolour painting on the wall.
“What?” I say, looking up from my phone.
Ever since Logan came over with the apology pizza, he has been texting me multiple times a day. I find myself looking forward to good morning messages and bedtime texts asking me about my day. We are getting to know each other again. He often sends me messages throughout the day sharing ridiculous rumors he has heard. I question his sources considering how insane they are.
“You’re smiling again,” he repeats, raising his chin in the general direction of the phone I have clasped in my hand. “I’ve seen that phone more in the past week than I have in the entire time I’ve known you. Half the time you don’t even know where it is.”
He walks over to the counter I’m sitting behind and leans his hip against it. Sam is the closest thing I have to a little brother. He even has blond disheveled curls to match mine. Effortlessly handsome and one of the nicest men I have ever met.
“That’s not true,” I deny his accusation.
“It is. So, are you going to tell me who’s got you smiling like that?” he asks, spinning one of the chunky rings he wears. His entire aesthetic has a boho vibe today and I’m here for it.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I say, shoving it back into the pocket of my loose, floral linen skirt. “Huh, did you notice that it looks like we coordinated our outfit this morning?”
His top is a matching colour palette to my skirt and my flowing blouse is the same tan colour as his pants. So weird, I wonder if we do this a lot. And if we do, why hasn’t anyone mentioned it?
“You are deflecting.” He points his finger at me, and I bat it away.
“Does this have anything to do with the gorgeous new tattoo artist at Inkfluence?” he asks, raising a questioning eyebrow, crossing one foot over the opposite ankle.
“Have you been listening to rumors?” I narrow my eyes at him.
“Hannah, you know everyone in town is talking about him moving home. Probably even more than about how you are trying to steal my style. Have you forgotten where you live?”
How could I forget? Sam didn’t even grow up in Emerley, but in the short time he has lived here he’s learned that for every truth there are probably two lies.
“So, tell me, have you been out on any dates lately?” I quickly try to change the subject.
“Oh no, you don’t. We are talking about you right now.”
I ignore him.
“You mentioned that you met a nice guy at Bob’s last weekend? Did you get his number?”
“Yes, and yes, but I’m not telling you a thing about my love life until you answer my questions.”
“But what I’m hearing is you have a love life and something to tell.” I place my elbow on the counter, prop my chin in my hand, and bat my eyes at him.
“Woman, you are being ridiculous.” He shakes his head while rolling his eyes.
“Sorry, I’m not trying to be evasive.”
He raises his eyebrow.
“Okay, maybe a little.” Standing to my full height, I pinch my thumb and index finger together.
