Where There’s Smoke
DANI
An hour later, I am at Geoffrey’s bookshop again. Head down, my nose stuck in another book, I read through the pages of yet another love tale… and all the while, I carry the dirty day-dream I’d had about Bishop with me through each line.
Amber-colored eyes replace the blue ones of the hero, blonde hair is supplanted by black, and by the time I reach the second chapter, I am reading a fantasy I’ve constructed in my head. A fantasy where protagonists are dressed in all black and heroines are swept off their feet by these darkened knights.
I turn the page and recreate another scene when the sound of footsteps makes its way into the aisle leading to my cozy corner. Startled, I raise a fist, prepared to swing.
A man, clad in a collared shirt and bowtie, backs up an
