The Right Thing Easy by Laina Villeneuve

Author:Laina Villeneuve
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Lesbian, Fiction
ISBN: 9781594934353
Publisher: Bella Books
Published: 2015-02-16T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Six

I tapped my steering wheel in time to the song pouring from my speakers and hung a left on Bradley, looking for parking on the side street. Luck was on my side. There was plenty of street parking, so I didn’t have to wrestle my truck through a painful parallel park. I snapped off the ignition and climbed out of the cab, twisting around as I slammed the door. My heart crashed into my rib cage, startled by Hope standing on the street corner. I was certain she hadn’t been there when I parked. The lamp haloed her, accentuating her angelic air. I caught myself smiling at the contrast of her clothes: dark jeans and a full-length black winter coat, the last thing I’d expect to see on an angel. It got me singing a country song along that same line of thought in my head.

“Nice song,” Hope said as we hugged lightly.

I quirked my head. I hadn’t been singing out loud again, had I?

She dropped her voice, “That song about kissing a girl?”

I blushed hard, caught. I’d been listening to it a lot since that night but didn’t think anyone would be able to hear what I was listening to with the windows up. “Busted.”

Her eyebrows did a suggestive little dance, implying it might not be so bad to be busted. Her eyes traveled the length of my body, heat slicing through me at the open assessment. “This is lovely,” she said, reaching out to run her hand down my arm.

“Thanks.” This was a date, and I’d dressed for it, dusting off a red suede coat that was way too nice for the barn.

“You look very nice tonight.”

“I might be trying to impress someone,” I said, glad that she appreciated the time I’d taken with my outfit, slacks and a button-down shirt, and hair loose from its usual ponytail or braid.

“It might be working.” She walked toward the theater, and I followed, my body still shooting sparks.

“Seems like you’re feeling better,” I said, thinking about how carefree she seemed, not tied up in knots like she had been when she was at my house.

“I am.”

We bought our tickets, and Hope insisted on buying us popcorn and drinks. “I guess you don’t need a lecture on supporting local businesses,” she said apologetically. I liked that she was aware of how much time I spent at Cup of Joy.

We settled into our seats. We’d arrived at the theater so early they weren’t even playing the advertisements, giving us lots of time to chat before the show. “Does your head bother you a lot?” I asked, marveling at the radiant transformation from the last time I’d seen her.

“Pauline is convinced they’re stress headaches, not migraines. My body in conflict with my faith.”

“Sounds like she knows you well.”

“She and my mom were best friends. After I lost my mom,” Hope shrugged, “she kept an eye on us. Somewhere along the way, we became friends. Does that seem weird?”

“Not to me.” I reached for popcorn, my hand bumping against hers.

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