16
P A R I S O N R E P E AT
“I told you to drink some coffee.” Reggie giggled. “You’d be
feeling a lot better by now if you had!”
Sophia gave Reggie a high five. I snorted. The stuff was bitter.
I didn’t need the caffeine anyway. Any more adrenaline, and I’d
have a heart attack.
We ended up right in front of the dancers, thanks to Reggie.
It felt like a spotlight was on us.
Ugh.
Reggie beamed. “Perfect.”
I set my backpack carefully between my feet and clapped
along with the crowd. The music vibrated my sternum as the
guys performed. I found my eyes drawn more to Jace than the
dancers, though. His body swayed to the music, too, and his
eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled.
A few minutes later, the dancers finished and bowed.
Reggie clapped furiously. “I wish I had a euro to tip them. I
don’t want to break a twenty.”
Sophia dug in her giant purse in search of a coin. With a
little thrill of competitive delight, I smoothly handed Reggie
the last euro coin from my pocket. She squealed and gave me a
hard squeeze of thanks.
I smiled. A euro was nothing compared to our friendship.
Besides, watching Jace enjoy the dancers had definitely been
worth the tip.
What would he say when I gave him the note? Maybe he’d
say, “Eve, I wish you would’ve told me months ago. Years ago,
even.” Or, “I was hoping you felt the same way.”
