Taming Mr. Charming (The Taming Series Book 2) by Nia Arthurs

Author:Nia Arthurs [Arthurs, Nia]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2016-01-15T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Peyton sent me a long text on Sunday night about not beating myself up about our make out session last night and that he’d give me some space if that’s what I wanted. The thing was, I didn’t know what I wanted. All my life, I thought I had a concrete vision of my ‘someday’. Someday I’d sum up enough courage to market my designs. Someday I’d find someone that loved me the way Mr. Reyes loved his wife. Someday I’d have a baby and teach him or her all about life and love. And in all of my imaginings, I’d seen a man that looked a lot like Charles, well-built, handsome, and dark-skinned, beside me. Obviously, my body didn’t care about skin-tones given its reaction to a very pale man last night and I had no idea what to do about that.

Monday flew into Tuesday and I heard no news from Peyton or Charles. Even though I knew I needed to be thinking about my situation and working through whatever internal issues I had so that I could choose to either rekindle things with Charles or formally end it so that I could figure out what to do about Peyton, I kept pushing it out of my mind. I sequestered myself at the shop or in my apartment and designed. My creative juices gushed like a nosebleed during this awkwardly silent time. As Thursday moved into Friday, I grew antsier. Something had to give. Peyton couldn’t ignore me forever. I needed some kind of closure with Charles. Eventually, I’d run into one or both of them. Belize is really small.

Trust me, if I could have dodged them both I would in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, avoiding someone in a country the size of Belize is hard enough. It’s even harder to evade them if you own a store and you can’t legally ban them from entering it. To showcase how messed up my life had become, I seriously considered posting the two men’s pictures on the wall of shame under the heading “I’VE GOT 99 PROBLEMS BUT YOU WON’T BE ONE”. Estefan understood that the few faces on the wall had tried to steal and so were not allowed to return to the store. That was all he needed to know. I was too chicken to do that, however, and whenever that day came I’d just have to take it in stride.

Thank God for the business of Fridays. The introductory day to the weekend usually lifted my spirits and the steady stream of customers arriving in a steady trickle from three in the afternoon to six o’clock boosted my profits. Fridays were an all around great day. I had just boxed up an earring and necklace set for a customer when I glanced up and saw …

“Charles?”

His name slipped out on a confused breath. We hadn’t left things on the friendliest of terms. I was really surprised to see him standing in the middle of the store. Charles didn’t seem like the show-up-and-dazzle type.

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