“Definitely single.” She nods. “As for loving it? Most of the time, I’m fine with it, but every once in a while, it would be nice to have someone to…do things with.”
Her eyes dart to mine, but she looks away before I can meet her gaze. “What kind of things?”
She licks her full lips. I stiffen against my jeans, thinking of all the things I’d like to do to Melody. Lord have mercy.
“Nothing,” she says, “I’m sure it’s not the same kind of things that you’re into.”
We stop at the check-out. The kid barely looks up at us. “Try me.”
“Sometimes I just miss having someone to order take-out with and watch a good movie, you know? I don’t really drink. I don’t do any drugs. I don’t like bars or crowded places.” She scrunches her cute little nose. “See? Boring.”
“Hardly,” I say.
“You’re probably out on the town constantly. Hell, you probably know everyone in town. Since I moved here, I’ve barely made friends with anyone outside of the delivery people.”
“I do know a lot of people in Thunder Mountain.” I hand over the cash, and the clerk gives me my change. “But I’m kind of a dullard, too.” Mel’s head snaps in my direction. “What? Does that shock you?”
“Honestly? Yes.”
We head toward the front door and make our way out onto the street. It’s approaching the lunch hour, and people are filling the sidewalks on their way to pick up food and midday coffees—which isn’t a bad idea.
“Are you busy right now?”
“Other than having tens of thousands of words to write in the next few days?” She presses the ream of paper to her chest, swaying her shoulders as she walks. “No.”
“Good. I believe every good writer needs a good cup of coffee.” I point up ahead to Sugar Buns. “And I could really use a sticky bun.”
“Stop!” She throws her hand out, pressing it against my chest. Her warm brown eyes meet mine, and I swear I can see my future in her intense gaze. “You had me at sticky bun.”