Page 64 of Speechless

Adamma’s goal today has been clear: distract me. First, she took me out for waffles (and thankfully, mimosas), and now we’re heading to a “very special bookstore,” whatever that means. But when I see the sign forThe Ripped BodiceI realize she’s deceived me. It shouldn’t surprise me in the slightest for her to lure me with the promise of a bookstore, but instead trick me into buying some scandalous lingerie. Maybe she has Henry hidden inside a dressing room with a bottle of Champagne.

I glare at her when we near the door and shake my head. “Not cool, Dami! You said books! And you were right that it was probably the only way to get me off the couch, but still. Take me to a bookstore—I’m not in the mood for a sexy fashion show today.

She starts to chuckle before pointing a finger at the window. “Lucy—it is books. I swear! I just thought maybe you could use a sexy story, you know, as a distraction? Come on, you’ll love it.”

Wow. I think I have actually died and gone to heaven. An entire bookstore dedicated to happily ever afters? And even better, they love my dog! Nothing makes me happier than Rowan’s love of bookstores. He always gets the most pets—bookish people are the best.

I make Adamma promise not to mention my author status, but that doesn’t stop her from finding my latest book and screaming about it to the whole store. Then she promptly pushes me in the direction of steamy paranormal romances.

“I told you, I’m more of a fade-to-black kind of girl. Can we go back to the cartoon covers please?”

“Lucy, this is the inspiration you need! Your new book sounds amazing, and definitely adult considering all the bloodshed. Can’t you add in a little dark romance? Please? For me?”

Actually, it’s not a bad idea. I’ve been itching to add in a romance subplot, and with all the murder taking place, I don’t think my typical dreamy kisses and longing looks will cut it.

“All right, grab a few. I definitely will need some ideas if I’m going to go this far out of my comfort zone.”

“Come on, it can’t be that hard. Just picture your night with Henry but throw some fangs on him.” I choke at the vision. “See, you’re halfway there!”

Adamma throws her arm around me.

“All right, Luce, let’s go home and read about some sexy monster-men.”

* * *

I’ve now successfully avoidedHenry for two whole days and the knot in my stomach is turning into physical pain. The worst part of it all is that I miss him—terribly. I pull out my phone to see thirty-one missed calls and a string of his unanswered texts.

Maestro:

8:57

Come back to bed love

xxx

9:33

Whered you go you sneaky girl

xxx

2:49

Are you all right Luce?

10:07

Have I done something wrong?

6:28

I’m going mad Luce - can you call me please?

And then I see a couple from Graham as well, as if I could feel any worse right now.

Teddy Graham:

3:16

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