“If it helps, my shop manager is now happily married with two kids because she and her husband took your ghost tour while they were dating, and it definitely struck a mood.”
She started laughing.
When she quit, she told me, “On the history tour, nothing is made up.”She crossed her heart.“Promise”
It was my turn to grin.“I’m on it.That shop manager I mentioned, she has the flu.When she gets over it, I’m gonna ask her for a girl date on a weekend, and we’ll take your history tour.”
“Awesome.”
“And if you want, I can put some brochures out for you,” I offered.
Her eyes lit.“Really?”
“Of course.We entrepreneurs need to stick together.”
“I’ll drop some by.”
“Great.”
“Now I’m gonna check out your shop.”
Please fall in love with that leather chair.Please, I mentally begged.
“Have at it,” I invited.
Although she did linger at the chair, and check out its price tag, she left with a candle, some earrings, a necklace and a morose woo-woo from Tonks, who also preferred the shop to be busy.
But no leather chair.
Even if she left them for me, I took some snaps of the pictures anyway and sent them to Hutch.
It took a while before he responded with,Cool, baby.
And when I got that response, I took a while staring at it.
Cool, baby.
Baby.
For the five thousandth time since it happened, I remembered the look on his face when he was sitting across from me in the booth at the Double D.
It was like I had a fan blowing on me, the filter to end all filters, and the perfect lighting illuminating me.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen me before.
No.
It was like he was finallyseeingme.
I didn’t want Abigail to have the flu because I didn’t want anyone to have the flu.Flus sucked.
But selfishly, I’d wanted her to be there that day so I could tell her about Hutch’s look.
She was right.
I was almost certain of it.
He was falling in love with me.
