"I only spot them because I make what is obviously a wrong turn. My heart stops in my chest. It’s Clayton and Amelia. Gorgeous, stunning, sexy as hell, Amelia.
She’s leaning up toward him, a manicured hand placed on his broad chest, speaking in a low, intimate way. And he seems thoroughly engrossed in what she’s saying. I step back and hide behind a large plant, not wanting either of them to see me staring.
“They’re such a stunning couple.”
Shit.
I turn to stare at bitchy Jane, who’s smiling like she’s just won a Miss Universe contest.
“They’re not a couple,” I say back to her even though I completely agree with her assessment.
“It’s only a matter of time,” she says as her gaze sweeps over me dismissively, as if she finds me inferior. “They always seem to end up in each other’s arms.”
Published on October 31, 2014 08:14