Amazing person

"Sure, Clay. You going to be in tomorrow?" she asked with barely con- cealed hope in her voice. Clayton be- stowed a beautiful smile on her. I want- ed that smile directed at me, damn it!

"Nope, I'm off until Tuesday."

Tilly's smile fell. "Oh, well; I guess I'll see you next week," she said with disappointment. She finally looked at me, and I could see jealousy flash in her eyes when she realized Clayton was leaving with me. Take that, bitch! I thought unkindly. Wow, where did this harpy come from? I was becoming a possessive shrew and he wasn't even

my boyfriend. Clay gave Tilly a final wave and ushered me through the door of the shop. Once we were outside, I took off my fleece and tied it around my waist. The sun had come out and it had warmed up while I had been inside. We stood on the sidewalk looking at each other.

"So, coffee?" Clay asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, let's do that. There's a great place down the street. They have the best biscotti," I sug- gested.

Clay rubbed his stomach.