Meeting Miss Mystic (Heart of Montana Book 5) by Katy Regnery

Author:Katy Regnery
Language: eng
Format: mobi, azw3
ISBN: 9781941260081
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
Published: 2014-06-25T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

The two-hour time difference meant that Zoë was up by six o’clock and dressed and ready for the day by seven. With an hour to kill before the inn offered breakfast, she peeked out the window and decided to walk to the Prairie Dawn for a hot cup of coffee and a scone. She’d somehow lost the one Maggie had given her last night. Not surprising, considering what had happened between her and Paul on the walk home.

She tucked her phone in her pocket and headed down the stairs wearing a new pair of skinny jeans and a black, long-sleeved, scoop-neck t-shirt. She opened the front door and gasped.

“Gah! Cold!” she blurted out, closing the door again with a slam.

She turned gingerly to be sure the innkeeper wasn’t standing behind her with a stern and disapproving expression and was relieved to find herself still alone. She ran upstairs, grabbed the black cardigan she was wearing last night, grateful it had dried in its spot draped over the radiator, and buttoned it up. Seeing her ear buds lying on the bedside table, she picked them up too, popping them in her ears and choosing one of her favorite Colbie Callait songs for the short walk to the Prairie Dawn.

There’s something about an empty sidewalk, early in the morning when you’re wide awake that makes you feel like the only person in the world, Zoë thought to herself.

The sweet words of “I Do” made her shoulders rock back and forth and she moved her hips lightly as she walked merengue-style with little bouncy steps, occasionally snapping her fingers to the buoyant beat, forgetting the confusion of last night and the cold of the morning as the perpetually sunny song made her heart feel lighter.

“I do, I do, I do do do do do do do do do …” she sang louder than usual, pushing through the slight pain of bending her knees with each step, leaning into the rhythm and the carefree happiness of the song. She pointed to her ring finger along with the lyrics then shrugged her shoulders with attitude making her way merrily down empty Stone Street.

The thing is, if she hadn’t needed the sweater, she would have already been halfway to the Prairie Dawn and she wouldn’t be deaf from the music blaring in her ears. She wouldn’t have walked by Paul’s front porch just as he closed the door behind him, heading to the exact same place. And he definitely wouldn’t have had the questionable pleasure of hearing her cheerful, if slightly off-key, rendition of Colbie’s popcorn hit, complete with her spirited, if completely and utterly embarrassing, merengue-style dance-walk.

“You make me wanna say I do—Oh my God!” she gasped, feeling a tap on her shoulder and spinning around to slam into Paul’s solid chest.

Her cheeks flamed with heat as she grappled for the ear buds, finally finding the cords and yanking them out of her ears. That’s right. He wakes up at 6:35 every morning, every day, whether school’s in session or not.

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