Page 38 of Chasing Wildflowers

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Boring. I haven’t had a customer yet.

Jameson

Want me to come keep you company?

Guilt bites at me. I should put some distance between us until I figure my shit out.

Lane

No, that’s okay. I have my book with me.

Jameson

What’s your book about?

My guilt becomes heavier, threading through my ribs. Of course he would ask. Most guys don’t give a shit. The lucky ones brag about it online. Little social media clips of boyfriends who actually ask about their girlfriend’s books.

Lane

You really want to know what my book is about?

Jameson

Of course I do. I want to know everything that interests you, Wildflower.

My heart flutters. Actually flutters.

Lane

It’s a Cowboy Romance

Jameson

Is it spicy?

Lane

What do you know about spicy books?

Jameson

I visited Kam’s bookstore. She gave me a couple of recommendations.

There’s no way he actually read them.

Jameson

Yes, Wildflower, I’ve been reading them. Touch her and die is my favorite.

I stand frozen, staring at the screen. He actually read them. And he has a favorite trope.

Jameson

Don’t believe me, baby? Maybe once you finally tell me you are all mine, we can act out one of your favorite scenes.

Heat blooms across my chest. Not only does he look like he stepped out of a dark mafia romance, he reads them, and wants to act out my favorite scenes.

Did it just get really hot in here?

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