It’s heartwarming, but right now I don’t want my heart to be warmed. Especially by him. In someone else’s bookstore. As the little kid jogs off, Flynn stands. His gaze roams from the line over to me. My feet move toward him of their own accord. There’s a flicker of surprise on his face but is quickly replaced by a wide smile. “What are you doing here?” “What are you doing here?” “Wait, is this your bookstore?” He glances around as if he’s seeing it for the first time. “No.”
