Page 57 of Snatched
Harper is silent for one second.
And then she screams.
“THE UNIVERSE IS A COCKBLOCK.”
“I know!”
“I am suing fate.”
“I KNOW.”
I stop at a crosswalk, pressing a hand to my chest.
“I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Yes you do,” she says. “You’re falling for the hot young trainer.”
“I am NOT falling for him.”
“Elena.”
“I’m really not.”
“Elena.”
“Okay…I might be a little bit.”
“Alittlebit?”
I pace in place like a woman on a mission to burn a hole in the concrete.
“He said he’d see me Tuesday.”
“That’s basically ‘see you in bed,’ in slow-burn language.”
“NO it is NOT,” I insist, but the blush crawling up my neck says otherwise.
The light turns and I walk again, softer this time. The adrenaline pumping through my veins breaks into something warmer and quieter.
Something I don’t let myself feel often anymore.
“I really like him,” I admit, so softly I barely hear it.
Harper exhales. “Yeah. I kind of figured.”
I smile—small, secret, scared, thrilled.
“I don’t know what this is,” I whisper.
“You don’t have to know yet,” she says gently. “Just let yourself feel it.”
I reach my building.
“Tuesday,” I say.
“Tuesday.”
“He almost kissed me,” I add.
