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tomorrow. Bye.” Addie strode out the door, welcoming the chilly evening air, as she headed to her car.
Parking in front of the book shop, Addie pulled down the visor mirror and dabbed on peach shimmer lip gloss, then finger-combed her hair quickly before exiting her car. The minute she entered the store, the undefinable mix of paper and ink, which gave a book its aroma, along with an earthy, slightly sweet smell with a hint of must, greeted her, bringing her straight back to her childhood memories of long summer days spent reading on the porch.
“Hi, Addie,” Matt greeted with a wide smile and sparkling brown eyes.
“Hi.” Addie’s focus went to the center table piled with volumes of short stories from different writers around the world. “You set up a new display.”
“Yeah. I took your advice and showcased some of the unique voices in the literary world, and it’s been a hit. Pick out any book you want. It’s yours.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Addie said as she ran her fingers over the covers of the newly printed selections.
“I want to as a way of saying thanks for your suggestions and your business.”
“I love my Kindle, but I still prefer the feel and smell of printed books. I’ve been hopelessly hooked since my first nursery rhyme.”
“Lucky for me. And I mean that in more than one way.”
Pressing her lips together, Addie looked down at the selection of books on the table. Damn, it must be my new perfume. I seem to be on a roll today.
After fifteen minutes, Addie came up to the counter and handed the book Unaccustomed Earth to Matt.
“Great choice. You’re going to love this one. Have you read anything from Jhumpa Lahiri?”
“No, but I’ve been wanting to. I’m on this kick right now where I’m trying to read authors from outside the US. I love short stories, and I’ve read a ton of American writers. Anyway, it’s been fun. I’m happy you carry these types of books because they’re not so easy to find.”
“I aim to please.” Matt’s gaze skimmed over her.
“So, how much do I owe you?” Addie wanted to shift the direction the conversation had taken.
“For your ordered book, it’ll be fifteen dollars and thirty-two cents.”
After putting her change in her coin purse, Addie took her package and thanked Matt.
“Do you want to grab a bite to eat?” Matt asked as she began to leave.
Addie stopped in her tracks and stood there without answering.
Matt looked at her sheepishly. “I’m sorry, am I stepping out of line?”
“Uh… no. It’s just that I’m so busy right now with everything in my life. You know.”
“You have to eat, right? Anyway, I’m asking you to have dinner with me, not to run off with me.” His brown eyes twinkled.
As her face blushed a reddish-pink, Addie looked at Matt. At five-foot-seven, he wasn’t very tall, but his clean-cut appearance more than made up for his height. Without a tattoo in sight, short brown hair, and a winning smile, Matt was the epitome of “the boy next door,” and, if she wanted to be involved with anyone, Matt was the logical choice.
“Well, do you want to have Italian?” he asked.
She clutched her book bag against her chest. After all, she did have to eat, and Italian food sounded wonderful. It’d be nice to be out with a man again. Up until she met Jack’s dad, her dealings with men were run-of-the-mill. Since her encounters with Chas were so intense, it’d be nice to have a low-key evening with a nice guy, for a change. She knew they’d have one thing in common—love of books. And she didn’t have any friends her own age in Pinewood Springs because she shied away from forming any attachments due to her life’s circumstances. It’d be wonderful to throw a kink into her usual routine: go home after work, change her clothes, pour a glass of wine, eat dinner, read, and go to bed.
When she nodded, Matt’s face cracked into a huge smile. “Great. Let me grab my jacket, check the back door,
Parking in front of the book shop, Addie pulled down the visor mirror and dabbed on peach shimmer lip gloss, then finger-combed her hair quickly before exiting her car. The minute she entered the store, the undefinable mix of paper and ink, which gave a book its aroma, along with an earthy, slightly sweet smell with a hint of must, greeted her, bringing her straight back to her childhood memories of long summer days spent reading on the porch.
“Hi, Addie,” Matt greeted with a wide smile and sparkling brown eyes.
“Hi.” Addie’s focus went to the center table piled with volumes of short stories from different writers around the world. “You set up a new display.”
“Yeah. I took your advice and showcased some of the unique voices in the literary world, and it’s been a hit. Pick out any book you want. It’s yours.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Addie said as she ran her fingers over the covers of the newly printed selections.
“I want to as a way of saying thanks for your suggestions and your business.”
“I love my Kindle, but I still prefer the feel and smell of printed books. I’ve been hopelessly hooked since my first nursery rhyme.”
“Lucky for me. And I mean that in more than one way.”
Pressing her lips together, Addie looked down at the selection of books on the table. Damn, it must be my new perfume. I seem to be on a roll today.
After fifteen minutes, Addie came up to the counter and handed the book Unaccustomed Earth to Matt.
“Great choice. You’re going to love this one. Have you read anything from Jhumpa Lahiri?”
“No, but I’ve been wanting to. I’m on this kick right now where I’m trying to read authors from outside the US. I love short stories, and I’ve read a ton of American writers. Anyway, it’s been fun. I’m happy you carry these types of books because they’re not so easy to find.”
“I aim to please.” Matt’s gaze skimmed over her.
“So, how much do I owe you?” Addie wanted to shift the direction the conversation had taken.
“For your ordered book, it’ll be fifteen dollars and thirty-two cents.”
After putting her change in her coin purse, Addie took her package and thanked Matt.
“Do you want to grab a bite to eat?” Matt asked as she began to leave.
Addie stopped in her tracks and stood there without answering.
Matt looked at her sheepishly. “I’m sorry, am I stepping out of line?”
“Uh… no. It’s just that I’m so busy right now with everything in my life. You know.”
“You have to eat, right? Anyway, I’m asking you to have dinner with me, not to run off with me.” His brown eyes twinkled.
As her face blushed a reddish-pink, Addie looked at Matt. At five-foot-seven, he wasn’t very tall, but his clean-cut appearance more than made up for his height. Without a tattoo in sight, short brown hair, and a winning smile, Matt was the epitome of “the boy next door,” and, if she wanted to be involved with anyone, Matt was the logical choice.
“Well, do you want to have Italian?” he asked.
She clutched her book bag against her chest. After all, she did have to eat, and Italian food sounded wonderful. It’d be nice to be out with a man again. Up until she met Jack’s dad, her dealings with men were run-of-the-mill. Since her encounters with Chas were so intense, it’d be nice to have a low-key evening with a nice guy, for a change. She knew they’d have one thing in common—love of books. And she didn’t have any friends her own age in Pinewood Springs because she shied away from forming any attachments due to her life’s circumstances. It’d be wonderful to throw a kink into her usual routine: go home after work, change her clothes, pour a glass of wine, eat dinner, read, and go to bed.
When she nodded, Matt’s face cracked into a huge smile. “Great. Let me grab my jacket, check the back door,
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