Jeremiah’s heart pounced around his chest as the blocks passed from Roasted to Shannon’s house, and then from there to the boardwalk where his practice sat next to Your Tidal Forever.
Just ask her, he told himself for probably the tenth time.
Just ask herHe’d always found Shannon Bell to be beautiful, exotic almost, and completely out of his reach. She wore blouses with flamingoes or horses or pineapples on them. She wore black or navy pencil skirts, or sometimes long, flowy dresses that brushed the sidewalk. If she wore pants, they were slacks, and he wondered what she’d look like in a pair of skinny jeans.
No, he told himself, banishing the fantasies from his mind. He barely knew Shannon, though he’d seen her in line at the coffee shop for years now. The day he’d realized she worked a
