Page 5 of The Hopelessly Bromantic Duet
A bell tinkles as I enter. I don’t see a shopkeeper. Maybe they’re in the back?
I browse the shelves, checking out row after row of colorful spines, stories in each one that lure me to read and also to write. I reach a row of works by Oscar Wilde, one of the greatest Irish writers ever. That dude was funny as fuck.
As I tip a copy ofThe Importance of Being Earnestinto my hand, the thump of a hardback tome rattles a shelf behind me and I jerk my head.
Then I turn.
And wow.
This must be kismet.
Jude’s paused in the act of sorting books, surprised to see me, it seems. And he looks—impossibly—even better than he did a few hours ago.
“You found the shop,” he says, his lips twitching with the hint of a grin, his blue eyes full of mischief.
All at once, everything feels a little heady and a lot possible. Like this is the start of something. My fingers tingle, and I’m not even sure why. But maybe it’s just from this dizzying sense of... fate.
And fear.
I don’t want to fuck this up. Life doesn’t give you a lot of chances. So I don’t answer him right away. “Well, I had a few clues,” I finally say.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe Ididstep off the plane and into my very own rom-com.
“It’s good to be an amateur detective,” he tosses back.
So that’s how we’re doing it—going toe to toe and quip to quip. Bring it on. “Who said anything about amateur?”
His lips curve into a sly grin. “Ohhh... you’re a professional detective?”
“How else would I have found An Open Book?”
His eyes travel up and down my body. “Sheer determination.”
I laugh. “Yes, a little bit of that, but someone left a few hints. It was like a scavenger hunt. Maybe that’s my new calling—scavenger hunting.”
“Didn’t know that was a thing. You do learn something new every day,” he says. Then he makes that wildly sexy move again as he did outside TK Maxx—he coasts his teeth over that lower lip. I stifle a groan. My God, does he know what that does to a man?
Who am I kidding? Of course he does. A guy who looks, talks, stands like that—he’s gorgeous and knows it.
Hell, he makes leaning against a shelf sexy.
“You know what I learned today?” I ask, plucking at my new Tetris shirt. It’s nice and snug and makes my chest look good.
“Dying to know.”
“That Angie’s Vintage Duds does, in fact, have good clothes. Appreciate the tip.”
“Would I lead you astray?”
That’s an excellent question. I glance down atThe Importance of Being Earnestin my hand as I hunt for retorts, then I look up, our gazes locking. “I have no idea, Jude. Would you?”
He laughs easily. Bet he does everything easily. Pose, walk, talk, read, live.
“Not when it comes to important matters like finding just the right shirt, and just the right store, and just the right book.” He steps closer, taps the Wilde I’m holding. If an electrical charge could jump through pages, it just did. My skin is sizzling, almost like he touched me rather than paper.
“Like this book. Is that what you came to the store for?” Jude asks it so damn innocently, like he’s goading me into admitting I came here for him.
Of course, I did. But two can play at this flirting game. I waggle the book. “I just needed to brush up on my Wilde.”