Space returns.
Reality reasserts itself.
“Guess I picked a bad time,” he murmurs.
“No,” I say automatically.
And I immediately regret how fast that came out.
He catches it.
Of course he does.
He smiles—a wicked grin that just about melts my panties right off my body.
“I’ll let you get back to work,” he says.
But he doesn’t move.
And neither do I.
Because despite everything.
Despite Eric.
Despite the rumor mill.
Despite logic.
The magic Adrianna told me to believe in?
It’s still humming.
And I don’t know whether to shut it down.
Or see what happens next.
Chapter Nine
David
I try to stay away from her.
I really do.
Two days pass.
And that’s it.
That’s all I can stand to go without seeing her.
Just two damn days before I find myself parked across the street from her bookstore like some kind of creep.
Engine off.
Windows tinted.
I’m just waiting. Watching.