lucky that Iâd just happened to choose the pretty pink flowered dress today! Taking a deep breath, I flung open the heavy wooden door.
I was almost finished with
Northanger Abbey,
mostly because Iâd discovered Ashling talked to me less if I was reading, so for lack of a better option, Iâd started scouting out the romance novels in the house âlibraryâ for my next book. I swear to God, the cover art for
Let Sleeping Rogues Lie
had leaped off the page and shown up on my doorstep.
âMiss Libby,â he said bowing deeply. âIâve come calling.â He grinned, shaking the hair out of his eyes, and I was hit with the full force of how unbearably, impossibly gorgeous he was. Yes, sure, the (very small) handful of boys whoâd been interested in me in the past werenât total trolls, but they had left me completely unprepared for the movie-star-hot manifestation of my dream man. It was like Iâd opened a door to the magical fantasyland in my head. I was frozen to the step like the little delft milkmaid on the shelf in the parlor.
âLet him in!â one of the girls shrieked. The rest took it up, chanting, âLet him in! Let him in!â
âI think youâd better let me in. Or it might get ugly in there,â he said, widening his eyes.
âI think Iâd better,â I agreed, and, heart hammering, I let him in. I closed the door behind me and led him to the parlor.
âLadies.â Cam swept an elaborate bow. The girls giggled. âMiss Libby,â he stage-whispered loud enough for them to overhear, âcan they have candy?â He shook the little white bag.
âPlease! Please, Miss Libby, please can we have candy? Please, please, please!â they all begged.
âOf course.â The day was almost over. If they got hyper, their parents would have to deal with it. And how cute was it that heâd brought them candy! Cam went over to the girls and gave them each one of those swirly-stick candies they sold in the gift shop.
âMithter Cameron?â Amanda asked as she pulled out a strawberry swirl-stick candy. âWhere were you all week? Why did you thay away?â
âAh, fair lady, I was nursing a wound.â The girls gasped. âA broken heart.â More, louder dismayed gasps.
âWho broke your heart? Tell me. Who. Who did it?â Natalie, one of the older, pushier girls, demanded.
âWhy, as much as it pains me to say it, our very own Miss Libby.â He shook his head sadly. âShe never stopped by with my gingerbread.â
Ohh, rightâwith all the ghost excitement, the sparring with Garrett, and the possibility of escaping Ashling, Iâd completely forgotten. Camâs gingerbread must have still been wrapped in the towel in the warming oven.
âOh, Mith Libby, how could you?â Amanda whispered painfully amid general noises denouncing my villainy.
âYes, Miss Libby, how could you?â Cam echoed, mock-wounded. âHasnât she been naughty?â
Wow, I hoped the kids missed the subtext.
âShe should be punished,â Natalie said grumpily.
âI was thinking the same thing.â Cam looked like he was about to burst, trying not to laugh. âBut even though she doesnât deserve it,â Cam said, composing himself, âIâve decided to forgive her. And be nice. Because thatâs just the kind of guy I am. Miss Libbyââhe displayed the flowers with a flourishââthese are for you.â
The girls paused in unwrapping their candies to sigh, collectively, âAwwww.â
âTheyâre beautiful, Cam.â I accepted them, blushing. They really were. A boy had never brought me flowers before. Dev was wrongâchivalry wasnât dead. Gentlemen
did
exist. And I was face-to-face with living proof. âThank you.â
âYou should probably put those in water.â Emily shook her candy stick at me.
âHow
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