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?