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Chapter 7

Millie

I’m racing around the shop trying to make sure everything is perfect for book club tonight. Normally I make a fuss each week about book club, but tonight there’s a different kind of energy in the air. It’s charged with an electrical current I can’t seem to escape. Maybe it’s because I know Tripp will be here.

There’s something about him I can’t quite put my finger on. Something different. Something almost magical.

I gaze out the big bay window of my store, and look out at the other shops lining the streets of downtown Magnolia Ridge. The Pour Some Sugar On Me Coffee Shop sits right across the street, and I watch the people walk on by. It’s too late for coffee, and in the morning the shop has a line out the door that wraps down the street.

It makes me smile to know Harrison and February are doing so well with it. I’ve met them a few times over the past year, and February is so fun to be around.

I’ve got a few friends here in Magnolia Ridge, but I’m so busy with the shop that I don’t really do much anymore.

I head past a mirror and check my hair for the millionth time today. Okay, maybe I’m a bit nervous to see Tripp tonight. It’s not like I like him or anything, but ugh, okay there’s a small crush developing.

Not like I will ever do anything about it.

I dated his brother. Tripp is off-limits. He’s also a few years younger than me. I’m twenty-four, and I’ve worked hard for everything I have.

The bell from the door chimes as Hazel and Arlene walk in.

“Look at her,” Hazel says, giving Arlene a nudge with her elbow. “Are we not who you were expecting?”

I park a hand on my hip. “Stop, I don’t have a crush on him,” I say, knowing exactly what they’re implying.

Hazel raises a brow and Arlene giggles like a schoolgirl. “You sure?”

My eyes widen. “I dated his older brother, and that didn’t go well at all.”

Arlene brushes off my comment as if it’s no big deal. But it’s a very big deal. We don’t get anymore talking in because Tripp waltzes through the entrance and it’s as if time stands still.

Our eyes lock and I swear it’s like he can see right through me. I have so many questions for him. I want to ask him his inspiration for his words. Who is he thinking about when he writes such romantic things? And does he have more for me to read?

“Hi,” I whisper when he moves closer toward us.

“Hey,” he whispers back, looking right at me.

And honestly the whole world melts away as our eyes stay connected. Like we’re having our very own private conversation that nobody else is invited to. His smile is contagious and he has me smiling like a goon.

Arlene clears her throat. “Is everything set up?”

The spell breaks, and I turn to look at her. “Absolutely,” I say, moving to the back of the store.

Nelly and Helena are next to arrive and as they enter the store they’re bickering is loud and boisterous.

After another twenty minutes the meeting gets underway, and it’s another long hour of sitting through the meeting trying not to think about the man sitting next to me. After the book club is over, and the ladies leave, Tripp lingers.

And it makes me smile. It’s dark, and the moon casts a soft glow around the bookshop. It feels almost romantic. But I try to remember who I’m here with.

“What’s your favorite book?” he asks me as he runs his finger over the top of a book on display.

So far I’m loving what he’s written, but smile. “I love The Maze Runner Series. My mother and I would read them together.”

He gives me a thoughtful smile. “I enjoyed those books.” He moves toward another display of board games. “What’s your favorite board game?”

I stall, blinking rapidly. “No,” I whisper, silently.

“What?” he asks, moving closer toward me. “What did you say?”