A Tale of Two Centuries (31 page)

“No, I’m fine, sorry.” I force myself to look at the menu, in case her concern stems from me gawking at her. “Just tired.” I nod as a waiter walks up to get our drink order. Two Diet Cokes. I know it’s lame to get excited, but I like having it in common with her. Also, when you’re a self-identifying choir and musical theatre nerd, you pretty much accept that some a lot of things that excite you are going to be lame.

By the time the waiter brings our drinks, I still have no idea what I want, so I just let Reece Malcolm order two things for us to split. You know you’re desperate to bond when fancy hamburgers are your best plan.

It’s quiet again while we wait for the food, and the silence continues once we’re served, outside of Reece Malcolm saying, “See? A-ma-zing.”

To be fair, she’s right.

About the Author

Rachel Harris is also the author of My Super Sweet Sixteenth Century and the upcoming Rearview Mirror. When she’s not typing furiously or flipping pages in an enthralling romance, you can find her homeschooling her two beautiful princesses, hanging out with her amazing husband, or taking a hot bubble bath...next to a pile of chocolate.

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