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Chapter no 33 – Amelia

When in Rome

Noah approaches me until weโ€™re an armโ€™s length apart.

He stops and crosses his arms, shoulders stretching the fabric of his T-shirt and looking as stern as a rock.ย Surly Pose.

Truth is, I donโ€™t intend to quit and he knows it. I canโ€™t cancel the tour even if I wanted to. Contracts have me bound at the ankles. But I amย feeling.ย Feeling so much and so strongly about everything that I canโ€™t quite handle it. I love being here with Noah. I love walking through this town and feeling the heartbeat of its personality. I canโ€™t believe I have to leave it. And because I canโ€™t fall into tears right now, and thereโ€™s nothing I can do about my quickly approaching real life, I have to fight with Noah. Because I know heโ€™ll let me, and itโ€™ll help.

His eyes narrow lightly as he scans my soul. โ€œSay it again,โ€ he says in a steely tone that has shivers running over my skin. โ€œI need to watch your face as you say it.โ€

I take a moment to summon my best lying skills so I can pass this test. I need him to think Iโ€™m serious.ย Fight with me, Noah. Distract me from these feelings.ย I tilt my chin up. โ€œI said, Iโ€™m quitting music.โ€ Unfortunately, I think the last word ratted me out. My voice shook. Also, it probably

doesnโ€™t help that this morning as I lay in bed with Noah, I sang to him the few verses Iโ€™ve been working on the last few days and told him how excited I was about them.

Something sparks in Noahโ€™s green eyes. He knows Iโ€™m a little liar now because heโ€™s come to recognize my tells.

โ€œYou canโ€™t quit. I wonโ€™t allow it,โ€ he says sharplyโ€” argumentativelyโ€”and heโ€™s onto my game but is putting a fresh spin on it. A hot spin, judging by the way the corner of his moody mouth twitches ever so slightly.ย You want to play, Iโ€™ll play,ย says his grumpy-handsome face.

โ€œI can if I want.โ€ Iโ€™m defiant as I take a step toward him. With anyone else Iโ€™m grace and poiseโ€”Iโ€™m Audrey.ย Polite, polite, polite.ย But with Noah, I speak my mind. Iโ€™m not afraid to look silly. To fight and argue and get messy. I cast an explorative glance around The Pie Shop. โ€œIn fact, I think Iโ€™ll just work hereโ€ฆwith you.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m not hiring.โ€ He pauses. โ€œBesides, Iโ€™ve seen your baking skills.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s only because you refuse to teach me. I can learn, though.โ€

Noah steps forward, the gap between us slowly disappearing and searing heat crackling between us. โ€œNo. I wonโ€™t let you work here.โ€

โ€œHa!โ€ I raise my chin. โ€œIโ€™m Rae Rose. Iโ€™ve built a musical empire and a cult following that would risk their lives if I asked them to. Iโ€™d like to see you try to stop me from doing anything.โ€ I wish I was actually this confident.

โ€œIf you quit, I wonโ€™t talk to you again.โ€ This makes me smile. โ€œReally?โ€

โ€œYes.โ€

โ€œYou think you can hold out?โ€

He grunts an affirmative response, but his actions are telling a different story. His hands are somehow on my

waist and heโ€™s been slowly backing me up until Iโ€™m close enough for him to lift me up onto the counter. Memories of last night dash through my mind and my pulse sledgehammers against my ribs.

โ€œEasy.โ€ Heโ€™s cocky with that hat casting a dark shadow over his eyes. Brooding and commanding. I rip it offโ€” splashing his face in light and then running my hand through his messy hair. Itโ€™s tossed and perfect. On the brink of needing a haircut, but not quite there yet.

โ€œSo letโ€™s just say I quit and Iโ€™m living here. Iโ€™m at your sistersโ€™ house making pancakes while youโ€™re over there. You see me reach for the salt instead of the sugar and raise it over the mixing bowl. You still donโ€™t say anything to me?โ€ His mouth tilts sardonically.ย Amateur hour,ย his eyes say.

โ€œI donโ€™t eat your pancakes anyways so it doesnโ€™t affect me.โ€ First of all, rude. Second, I never want to stop playing with Noah.

โ€œFine. Iโ€™ll up the stakes then.โ€ My hands glide up his chest and clasp at his neck, pulling him between my legs, lightly toy with the hair at the nape of his neck. His fingertips press firmly into my hips. โ€œIโ€™m crossing the street, and I donโ€™t see an oncoming car. You still donโ€™t say anything?โ€

His eyes hover down at my lips. โ€œNot fair.โ€ โ€œIโ€™m not trying to play fair.โ€

โ€œAnd Iโ€™m trying not to be the reason you give up your dreams.โ€ย Bam.ย Truth falls between us and ruins the game.

Thereโ€™s a moment of silence, where only the tension in our bodies is speaking, where our fingertips say words that our mouths never will. My hold around his neck tightens. He slides his hands all the way around to hug my hips up close to his.

And then because he knows I need for him to lighten this moment, he grins lightly and tacks on, โ€œForfeiting so soon, Pop-Tart?โ€

I quickly press my mouth against his. Itโ€™s so forceful he rocks backward slightly and I nearly fall. But he stabilizes us quickly and kisses me back, just as forcefully. Weโ€™re still fighting, but itโ€™s on new terrain. Itโ€™s bumpy and jarring and our mouths will be bruised. I nip at his lip and his hands grip my back. None of this is helpingโ€”itโ€™s making it worse. I whimper from a fresh stab of emotions and Noah pulls away quickly.

He cradles my face and studies my eyes. โ€œDid I hurt you?โ€

I shake my head and try for a smile. Itโ€™s weak and pitiful. โ€œNoah. I wonโ€™t ask you to come with me when I leave, but I need you to know that if you ever change your mind youโ€™re always welcome wherever I am. Always.โ€

He stares at me, a crease etched between his brows, and takes a deep breath. He tilts forward and kisses me again. Softly this time. Our lips donโ€™t part. We donโ€™t explore. We soothe and settle.

The bell chimes above the door, and then a womanโ€™s scratchy voice echoes through the shop. โ€œUnlock those puckers, kids!โ€ Itโ€™s Mabel.

And sheโ€™s not alone.

โ€œOh, sweet bread and butter on Christmas morning.โ€ โ€œNow, Harriet, you just tuck those delicate sensibilities

away for another day. This ainโ€™t the time.โ€

Noah and I peel ourselves from each other and I look over my shoulder to find Mabel and Harriet catching their breath. I quickly fix my skewed shirt and would most definitely feel embarrassed by the scene they just found us in if there were enough time. But these two ladies are pink

cheeked and panting from shu๏ฌ„ing their way in here like they were trying to win a fast-walking competition. All thatโ€™s missing are hot pink windbreakers.

โ€œDonโ€™t try to boss me around, Mabel, Iโ€™m older than you.โ€

โ€œAnd stodgier, too. Havenโ€™t you ever seen a couple in love doing a little bit of kissing before?โ€

Harriet lifts her nose. โ€œThey should wait to show that sort of affection until marriage.โ€

Mabel rolls her eyes. โ€œOh, like you and Tom did?โ€ She says this with a sassy slur making Harriet gasp. โ€œYes,ย donโ€™t act so surprised, Your Supreme Holiness. Canโ€™t tell me your little last-minute wedding back then was because of love. It was because youโ€™d beenย making loveย and a baby! You had yourself a good olโ€™ fashioned shotgun wedding.โ€ Mabel grunts again. โ€œHoneymoon baby, my ass.โ€

โ€œLadies,โ€ Noah says, somehow managing not to laugh at these two bickering grannies I hope to grow up and become exactly like one day. โ€œWas there something urgent you came in here for?โ€

โ€œShit!ย Yes!โ€ says Mabel.

Harriet jumps in before Mabel can finish, also taking a delicate but poignant step in front of her. โ€œYou need to hide!โ€ she says, aiming her hawk eyes on me.

Mabel nearly pushes Harriet out of the way to step in front of her this time. And now itโ€™s clear they werenโ€™t here on a joint missionโ€”they were each racing to get to us first. โ€œThat fellow whoโ€™s been snooping around all week with his camera is in town again right now.โ€

โ€œThe paparazzo?โ€ Noah asks.

โ€œNo, the pizza man has a new photography hobby! Yes, Noah, the paparazzo! But even worse, thereโ€™s more of them!โ€ Poor Noah. He takes it like a champ, but Mabel is

downright lethal today. Actually, I think Noah secretly adores it because the corner of his perfect mouth is doing that slight twitch again.

โ€œPhil and Todd saw him coming and waylaid him with facts about hammers. But I donโ€™t know how long theyโ€™ll hold him, and the others are all scattered around.โ€ Harriet says this while lifting the folding countertop and trying to push her way through it. I sayย tryingย because Mabel is also trying to push through and the two are only getting themselves wedged in that little space together.

โ€œMabel! Would you justโ€”โ€

โ€œI would, Harriet, if you would justโ€ฆโ€

Now, Noah has stepped away from me to help pull these ladies through the counter. โ€œNow look at what you two have done,โ€ he says gently. โ€œMabel, suck in and twist.โ€

โ€œHow many of them are out there, Mabel?โ€ I ask, feeling sick.

Noah tugs her arm lightly and they both pop through to our side of the counter. โ€œOh honey, thereโ€™s gotta be at least twenty of them. A whole crowd. You need to get out of here quickly.โ€

I look to Noah and our eyes both convey the same message: Game over. Our time together is up.

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