Page 3 of In Love with Lewis Prescott
That voice.
Okay, I’ve definitely seen this guy before. But where?
He tugs the bill of his baseball cap lower while his gaze bounces around the space.
Is this guy looking for someone? Or being followed? Or just paranoid?
“Hey, are you okay?” I ask. “Are you expecting someone or...”
He frowns and shakes his head before pulling at the sleeve of his jacket and rolling his shoulders back. His fidgety movements remind me of a restless zoo animal pacing in its cage.
“No, yeah, I mean... I’m fine.”
As we stand off to the side and wait for our drinks, I do a mental inventory of recent gatherings I’ve been to where I might have seen him. Nothing. I think of the last work event I had, which was over a year ago. Still nothing.
A more natural smile tugs at his lips. “I like your glasses,” he says, his smile turning crooked as he looks at me. “Very cute.”
An unexpected ping of excitement hits me. Damn, is this dude flirting with me? What a random turn of events.
Heat flashes across my cheeks as I flash what I’m certain is a cheesy smile. Nah, he’s probably just being nice to make up for making me spill my coffee and being so standoffish earlier.
“When I picked out the frames, I was going for Jess fromNew Girl, but I feel like I’m giving off more Velma fromScooby-Doovibes.”
He quirks an eyebrow. “I always had a thing for Velma.”
My lips part in shock at that flirty comment. Before I can muster a response, the barista calls my order and the door to the shop swings open. His eyes go wide, and he looks in the direction of two teenage girls chatting and giggling as they gawk at their phones and make their way to the counter.
He whips his head to me. “Gotta go.”
“But what about your coffee?”
He doesn’t answer me as he darts out of the coffee shop. Then I hear the barista squeal.
She’s gone starry-eyed as she looks toward the door. Then she looks at me. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you know him!”
“I—I don’t. He just almost ran into me on the street and made me spill my coffee, then offered to buy me another one.”
Her jaw plummets to the floor as she clutches her chest with her hand. “You are so lucky to randomly run into Lewis Prescott!”
I nearly choke on my coffee.That’swhy he looked so familiar.
Lewis Prescott is the star of the hit TV showThe Best of It, a fish-out-of-water comedy about a hot veterinarian from New York City who moves to rural New Mexico to take over an animal clinic he inherited. Even I, someone who doesn’t seek out celebrity or gossip news, know about him because he’s been on every magazine cover and talk show over the last year due to the success of the show.
He’s also intensely private. His trademark move is to flip off paparazzi when they tail him, and he’s known for telling interviewers to mind their own business when they ask about his dating life. Sometimes he just walks off midinterview.
What the hell is he doing in Half Moon Bay?
The teenage girls suddenly perk up. “Wait, did you just say Lewis Prescott was here?”
The barista nods and points to the door. “He was the guy in the leather jacket. He just left.”
The girls dart out the door, and I’m left standing with my mouth open, my head spinning for a totally different reason.
Lewis Prescott just bought me a coffee. Holy shit.
Chapter Two
Harper
