3. - – Laura
CHAPTER THREE
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LAURA
It’s definitely him… almost black hair with a sprinkling of grey at his temples and in the neatly trimmed beard I don’t remember him having when we spent the night together.
Somehow, I’ve followed him for two city blocks without being caught.
His bright blue eyes drew me in like a moth to a very sexy flame.
Those eyes had looked up at me under the full moon as he devoured me.
Claire heard it all, actually, I think everyone did, but Claire was the only one who knew without a doubt that I was involved.
He’s made two stops, one to pick up a bouquet of beautiful wildflowers and a package from the new brewery next door to the florist. The flowers remind me that I haven’t watered my poor spider plant since I bought it.
I spend too long daydreaming about his touch and realize too late that I’ve lost him.
He slipped into a shop or a car, for all I know, and disappeared.
Well, at least I have something amusing to do in the last week before school starts back up.
Not that I’m in high demand as a substitute teacher, but I do love my job.
My mom has been more vocal lately about my career choices and lack of a fiancé.
“Laura, you are twenty-six; it is time to get your life together.” She was being mean, like she had her life together before her thirties?
She did not, unless you count being knocked up by the drummer of a garage band.
Don’t get it twisted, I love my mom, but she keeps pushing me to do something she couldn’t. And that shit isn’t fair.
I step out of the heat into a very cute boutique that just opened. Inside, I find an elegantly whimsical feel. Ivy vines, twinkling lights, and soft mauve drapes really push the fairytale vibe, and I love it.
“Welcome. Is there anything I can help you find?” A tall woman in mom jeans and a soft pink cropped sweater glides over to assist me.
“No. I um…” The flowers… There on the counter are the flowers Drake had purchased.
Oh, my god, and he’s staring me down from beside the counter.
His eyes narrowed suspiciously in my direction, causing a spike in my pulse.
I can feel the warmth of embarrassment flush my cheeks a rosy pink.
For a fleeting moment, I contemplate diving into the rack of sundresses to my left.
Instead, I dip to my right and make a break for the front doors.
The employee gasped, obviously startled by my behavior.
I pump my legs as fast as they’ll go. Carrying three new books in my bag turned the light jog into a full-on cardio experience.