A Little in Love With You: A Love at First Note Novella by Jenny Proctor

Author:Jenny Proctor [Proctor, Jenny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-05-01T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Lilly

He looked good. I mean, the guy made tired, scruffy, I-slept-in-a-hospital-recliner-all-night look good. So of course, all niced up for a date was far from disappointing.

My cell phone buzzed with a text notification and I slipped it out of my pocket. “Sorry. This is my friend—she’s actually on her way into town tonight.”

“Yeah? Do we need to reschedule?”

“Oh no! I’m good. She won’t be in until after ten—she’s driving and with the weather all crappy, it’s taking her forever.” I pulled up my camera. “Here—take a picture with me? I’ve told her about you so let’s give her some photographic evidence.”

He took the phone and held it out in front of us, reaching over to wrap his other arm around me. “Talking about me already, huh?” he said. “I’ll take that as a good sign.”

We smiled and he tapped the capture button then handed me the phone. I pulled up the picture.

“How does it look?”

I smiled. “We look good.” I texted him the picture.

He pulled it up on his own device. “You look amazing. I look like a guy that has really good luck.”

“So where are you taking me, Mr. Lucky?”

He shifted the car into gear. “Nine Mile over in Montford. You know it?”

“I know the Nine Mile right down the street. There’s one in Montford too?”

His face fell. “There’s one right down the street?”

I pointed out the window. “Um, right there, actually.”

“We’re just going to pretend we didn’t see that one. You good with that?”

I laughed. “Sounds good to me.”

“I picked Nine Mile at Avery’s recommendation, and she only mentioned the Montford location and then I didn’t connect when you said you were in West Asheville . . .” He sighed. “Sorry. I’m not actually very good at stuff like this.” He looked sheepish and uncomfortable and it was totally adorable.

“I think you’re doing just fine. And you’ll love Nine Mile. The food is great.”

He pulled onto the freeway. “So your friend’s coming in town?”

“Yes! My best friend, Emma. She’s a musician up in Cleveland but they cancelled her concert this weekend so she decided to brave the roads and drive home. Her sister’s birthday is tomorrow and she wants to surprise her.”

“Sounds fun. Is she staying with you?”

“Tonight, yes. She’ll be with her family tomorrow night.”

The questions kept coming. How did Emma and I meet? How long had we been friends? Did I like living in Asheville? Did I have any siblings? He was easy to talk to and seemed like he really cared what my answers were. Like it wasn’t a game. No trying to impress or playing it cool. He was just interested. And he wasn’t afraid for me to know it.

“What about you?” I asked him. “Did you grow up around here?”

“Born and raised,” he said. “Growing up, I always thought I’d want to leave. I went to school in California, at Berkeley, and it was great out there. But I missed the mountains. With my job I can pretty much work from wherever I want and I wanted easy access to east coast hiking.

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