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Chapter One

Lucy

Clutching his face with both hands, I feel it pressing intobrushing le between s

My jaw tightens and I feel ers trace absently over the thick hardness before I’ain

I feel like calling his name between my clenched teeth, but it’s my own name echoed back to me from somewhere that sounds far away

“Lucy Scarborough! The Plaza Inn hotel is our next stop…”

Oh, Mr Cartwright What you do to me, and I haven’t even seen you in person yet

The bus convulses as it slon, the heavy gears grinding through the floor right up into my seat

My hands are reluctant to let go of the stiffness between ers, but I turn the cover of the hardback book to see his face just one et there

The coach driver offered to drop

“I’uest speaker,” I gushed, noting the driver’s eyes widen with envy as he whistled through his teeth

“I knohere I’d rather be,” he sighed, relating to me how much of a fan he was of the famous author himself

“If I get to ned copy,” I heardas if I’ht, but anyone ants his autograph

This whole trip has gone to my head, as well as a few other places, and the coach driver has an alh to let e compartment

“If you do get to lad if you could…” he re at his feet

“I can send it to you through the bus station back hoes as he lifts it, a broad s all his teeth