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I arrived at the bookstore, got off my bike and after locking it to a rail, I went into Freedman’s.

I sensed his presence the moment I crossed the threshold. It didn’t take long for me to find Ramsey, his back facing me as he perused one of the book aisles.

“Stalking me online wasn’t enough?” I teased as I leaned against one of the bookshelves.

Ramsey chuckled as he turned to face me.

Why does he have to look so damn good?

“Considering I was here first, I could ask you the same thing,” he replied. “How you doin’, Red?”

I smiled at the nickname he’d given me. Plenty of others – including Dennis – had attempted to refer to me by one epithet or another that represented the color of my hair, but I’d never let it fly with anyone else, despite my Instagram handle also referencing it. It just never felt right.

But whenever Ramsey called me ‘Red’…it made me feel all warm inside.

“I’m doing good,” I said, watching as he slowly walked towards me.

“Your ankle must be feeling better, if you’re out doing yoga,” he said, stopping in front of me, as he looked at my yoga mat carrier.

“It was yin, so everything was on the floor,” I explained. “But yeah, it’s feeling a lot better.”

“You think it’s well enough for a dance or two at the dance tonight?” Ramsey asked.

A dance was being held to close out the festival at the Sweet Rapids Rec Center. It was also where the silent auction was being held.

“It might be,” I said. “For the right partner.”

Ramsey nodded, but didn’t say anything. My eyes drifted to a large book in his hands.

“What ya got there?” I asked, and then I watched as he held it up and began flipping through the pages of what I realized was a sketchbook.

“It’s the reason why I originally stopped by,” he said. “I finally met up with your uncle to show him the ideas I had for the mural.”

He stopped at the page he was searching for and held it open so I could see.

A gasp fell from my lips and I covered my mouth as I gazed at the beautiful work of art.

“Ramsey…” I whispered, my eyes watering up. “This is…”

I looked up at him to find a reticent smile on his face.

“The history of this place…your family’s history in general is fascinating,” Ramsey started. “But you know all this already.”

I nodded, but still listened to him talk as if I’d never heard the stories before. “From being slaves who learned how to read and then taught others to read and write in secret when it was illegal for them to do so, to the Freedman’s being some of the first settlers in Carson Valley after slavery was abolished.”

“Where they opened their own bookstore,” I finished full of pride. 

“I wanted the mural to encompass it all,” Ramsey said, closing his sketchbook.

“You did…amazingly so. Did my uncle like it?” I hoped he did.

“Yeah,” Ramsey said, much to my delight. “I’ll be starting on it next week.

“I can’t wait to see it.”

I exhaled sharply when he reached up and swiped away a stray tear. His hand lingered on my face for a moment, before he pulled it away.

“You left the other night before we got a chance to finish talking,” he said, staring into my eyes.

I swallowed hard. “Finish talking about what?” I asked.

“I think you know what, Red,” Ramsey murmured.

Oh I knew…

Before Mrs. Knight had shown up, we’d been having…a moment. It was tense and heated and had left my entire body humming with desire.

Ramsey took another step towards me, his body damn near pressed against mine.

“I know you felt it too,” he said, looking down at me. “I know you feel it right now…”

“Ramsey,” I breathed, my eyes drifting closed. “What are you doing?”

“I told you…I always come with the truth. So I’m laying it out there, so there’s no misunderstanding between us. I like you, Londyn. I’m attracted to you. And I can tell you’re attracted to me too. There’s a chemistry between us that is undeniable. And I think it would be a damn shame if we didn’t explore it. But I can also sense that you’re not quite ready for me.”

My eyes flew open at his words. 

“W-what?” I sputtered.

I could see understanding laced in his eyes, and it somehow turned me on even more. “Like I said the other day at the 5k, I get it,” he continued. “What you recently went through…was super fucked up. So I don’t wanna rush you into anything you ain’t ready for. The ball is in your court, Red. When you’re ready, let me know.”

He took a step back and I immediately felt the disconnect, even though our bodies had never actually come in contact with one another.

He turned and began to walk away. But he stopped and looked over his shoulder at me one last time as he said, “I do hope you at least save a dance for me tonight.”

And then he disappeared, leaving me standing in the middle of the bookstore, my mind – and body – totally reeling.

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