Same barcode.
Three receipts.
“Right. Shit,” I mutter, canceling them. “Sorry.”
She studies me for a second.
“You look distracted.”
“That’s one word for it.”
“Man trouble?”
I snort.
“More like man confusion.”
“Mmm.” She nods like that explains everything. “This about that sexy, dangerous DJ Mars who was in here the other day?”
“You recognized him?”
“I’m old, not dead,” Maribel retorts.
I snort a laugh.
Because I’m just that classy.
“So, things get confusing between you two?”
“You have no idea.”
But that’s the thing.
I don’t either.
Not really.
All I know is—a few days ago, my biggest problem was whether to reorder a shipment of cowboy romances.
Now?
Now I’ve got a man in my phone, in my head, and in my life.
A man who makes me feel like I’m standing on the edge of something huge. Something real. Something that could either be everything I’ve ever wanted.
Or maybe it’s the exact kind of heartbreak I’ve spent my whole life avoiding.
And I don’t know which one it’s going to be.
Not yet.
I’m dragged from my thoughts when the tiny bell above the door sounds as Bella bursts into the shop like a glitter bomb detonated in sneakers.
A gaggle of teenagers trails behind her, all wide eyes and phones already out.
“Larry! Put on the news! Put on the news!”
I barely have time to process what’s happening before she’s reaching over the counter, grabbing the remote, and flipping on the TV mounted in the corner of my shop.