The Scarlett Legacy (Woodland Creek) Read Online Free PDF

turned away.
    Where did that come from?
    She’d never even dream about cheating on Parker.
    Warnings flashed in her mind. Her skin started to feel hot. Her palms started to sweat.
    Her eyelids flickered closed for a quick second, long enough for her to get a read on the stranger.
    Nothing.
    She opened her eyes to see him looking at her.
    That’s odd , she thought.
    She could always read others, with minimal effort…or magic.
    Something was definitely up with the stranger.
    She grabbed Quinn by the forearms. “Get me a mocha latte. I need to run to the bathroom.”
    Quinn nodded, a thinly arched blonde brow raised. “Sure. You all right?”
    “I’m fine,” she said before retreating to the bathroom at the back of the coffee shop.
    She made it a point to avoid looking at the handsome musician that she’d never seen before. He was definitely new, which meant soon every single girl in town would be batting her eyelashes at him.
    Evie shook her head.
    No. No. No.
    Her mind recalled the stranger’s tattoos. An eagle stretched across his neck. She now knew where she’d seen him before.
    Inside the bathroom, she went to the mirror. She checked her reflection. Her cheeks were still pink. She grabbed a paper towel and wet it under cold water. After patting her cheeks, she dug into her satchel for her lip balm. She dabbed it on her lips and looked at herself one more time.
    Someone knocked on the door, breaking her from her thoughts.
    “Okay,” she whispered to her reflection. “Just keep calm.”
    She turned and opened the door to leave.
    She audibly sucked in a breath.
    There he was. He stood before her and smiled, leaving her unable to speak or move. He was taller than she’d remembered from her dream, and smelled as if he’d just eaten apple pie.
    Silence passed between them as she stared into his eyes.
    What do I do? What do I say?
    “Hi,” she squeaked.
    “Hello,” he replied. He looked over her shoulder. “Are you done?”
    She nodded, wishing Geek Beans would create another bathroom so situations like this wouldn’t occur.
    “Excuse me!”
    She sidestepped around him and hurried to the table Quinn picked out by the bookcase in the corner. Once she sat down she buried her face in her hands and groaned.
    The smell of the citrus bathroom soap wafted into her nose as she breathed in. “Dear God, I made a fool of myself. I just stood there !” Evie buried her face in her hands, smearing her glasses with oil from the palms of her hands.
    Quinn paused the chewing of her croissant. She raised a brow. “What?”
    Evie took her glasses off and wiped them with her shirt. Her shoulders slumped. She reached for her mocha latte and took a gingerly sip.
    “Nothing,” she said.
    Quinn chuckled. “Okay. Whatever.” She leaned in, her eyes bright. “Did you see the new guitar player? Tattoos, a great voice, and killer hair.”
    Nodding, Evie took another sip, letting the warm liquid soothe her nerves. She closed her eyes.
    Guitar player.
    He was a musician. That explained the music notes from the dream.
    “And what a face,” Quinn continued.
    “Listen to you. You sound like you’re ready to give it up to a stranger.” Evie said, forcing a smile even though her heart was racing.
    “Everyone can’t get a catch like Parker Drake,” Quinn said. She scrunched up her nose. “And don’t act so high and mighty. You just lost yours this year.”
    Evie drank more of her coffee.
    “Shush, Quinn,” Evie kept her voice barely above a whisper. She didn’t need everyone in the coffee shop to know she was once a twenty-one-year old virgin.
    “So, he asked you to stay with him for a few days? Is that the beginning of moving in together? Spill the beans.”
    “I don’t know. Maybe.” She didn’t want to reveal that he had asked her to move in yet. Quinn was a good friend, but a jealous one.
    Quinn pursed her lips. “Oh. I see. That’s all you’re going to give me?”
    “I can’t focus on that right now.