Page 64 of Someone Exactly Like Me (Wounded Hearts 1)
Me:I’m under my umbrella.?What are you keeping busy doing?
Nicco:Right now, I’m reading your book.
I gasp.
Candi rolls to her side and pushes her sunglasses on top of her head, peering at me. “Who is it?”
“It’s Nicco, he’s reading Sunflowers for Sarah.” The words spill out of my mouth as adrenaline spurts through me at the thought of him reading my words.
Me:I hope you enjoy it.
Nicco:I am so far. I picked up a few of them. ;)
I lurch forward in my chair, gasping again. My hand flies to my chest as I stare at the screen.
“What? What’s happening?” Candi’s now sitting on the edge of her lounger.
“Apparently he got several of my books.”
“Hmmm. He wants to learn about you.”
I whip my head toward her. “I don’t want him reading too many of my books.”
“Why?”
“Because, they’re like, glimpses into my soul. You know that.” My stomach twists.
“That might be a good thing.”
“No. That’s not a good thing. I don’t care about strangers reading my books, but I don’t want him knowing that much about what goes on in my head. What if he got one of the more sensual ones? I don’t want him reading my intimate thoughts. What do I say back?”
“Take notes, baby.” She laughs playfully.
I erupt into laughter. “You’re no help.”
“Hey, here’s what I’m getting, he’s thinking about you. He’s reading your books. He’s texting you. You’re on his mind.”
“I think he’s probably just bored.”
My phone chimes.
Nicco:I miss hanging out with you.
My mouth drops open slightly as I stare at the screen.
“What? What’d he say?”
I look at her. “He said he misses hanging out with me.”
She squeals, leaning back in her lounge chair, lifting her knees in the air, and tapping her toes alternately in the sand. “Just sayin’.” She winks at me then takes her sunglasses off her head, puts them back on her face, and lays down again.
Thankfully the flight home is uneventful. I’m so glad I went on the trip. It’s been a while since Candi and I got to hang out together, just the two of us.
Hmm, just the two of us. Tomorrow will be just the two of us. Me and Nicco spending our last day together.
Why did you have to come steaming into my life, Niccolo Mancini, only to walk right back out?
