Literary Love (Lazy Love Book 2) Read Free

in front of her. She put her iPad and phone into the back of the seat and then buckled, unwrapping the blanket that was provided and spreading it across her lap. She rarely got cold on planes, but she felt exposed when she wasn’t covered, hating the few extra pounds her sedentary lifestyle had added to her waistline.
    Bob looked over at his seat mate and smiled to himself, pleased to be next to the woman again. Maybe, just maybe, she would live close enough that he could get to know her better. She wore shorts and a T-shirt, and didn’t wear make-up, but he didn’t care. Her heart made her beautiful. It didn’t take more than ten minutes in her presence to realize that.
    May closed her eyes for a moment before turning to Bob. “I know you don’t want to be recognized today, so I’m not going to go all fangirl and freak out over you. I just want to say that you’re my favorite actor.” Once she was finished, she reached for her phone. She wouldn’t bother him again unless he struck up a conversation with her, which she didn’t expect at all. Why would he?
    Bob smiled at the girl beside him. “Would you like an autograph?” He didn’t carry promotional photos with him like some of his co-stars did, but he was happy to sign anything she wanted.
    May nodded, her eyes wide. “I would love that, if you really don’t mind. I know you’re just trying to get from one place to another, though, and you’re not here to sign an autograph.”
    He shook his head. “Give me something to sign, and I’ll sign it.”
    May unbuckled her seat belt and leaned down to pick up her purse, looking for the notebook she kept there. Sometimes she came up with crazy ideas, and she liked to be able to jot them down immediately, before they left her brain and were gone forever.
    She flipped to a blank notebook page and handed him that with a pen. The pen was one with her pen name on it, but she didn’t care. No one looked at pens when they were asked to sign something anyway.
    “What’s your name?” he asked.
    “Mabel. I go by May, like the month.”
    He thought for a moment before writing quickly, “May, I’m truly impressed with your generosity of spirit. It was wonderful meeting you! Bob Bodefeld.” He handed the notebook back to her, before smiling. “There.”
    “Thank you very much. I’ll treasure it.” She didn’t add that she’d probably frame it and put it on her nightstand, since she didn’t think she should creep him out that way. She put the notebook back into her purse and stuffed her purse back under the seat in front of her, giving it a kick when it didn’t want to fit all the way.
    The stewardess stopped at their seat. “Can I get you something to drink?” she asked Bob, her face impassive.
    “Yes, just a Coke.” He didn’t like to drink, having been around alcohol a lot more than he’d have liked growing up with an alcoholic father.
    The stewardess nodded, her gaze turning to May. “Something to drink?”
    May nodded. “I’d love some juice.”
    “Pineapple, apple, or orange?”
    “Apple.”
    The flight attendant wandered off to get their drinks and Bob looked at May. “Do you live in Dallas-Fort Worth?” He ran the two cities together, just like most people who’d lived in the area for a while.
    “I live in Wiggieville.” Normally, May would have felt the need to explain that Wiggieville was a small town between Weatherford and Stephenville to the west of Fort Worth, but since Lazy Love was shot in Wiggieville, she knew the explanation wasn’t needed.
    Bob grinned. “Really? You know that’s where we film, don’t you?”
    May nodded. “I do know that. I actually own the house just north of the set.”
    “Really? I had no idea!” He’d never seen anyone come and go from the large ranch house, but there was always a blue compact car in the driveway.
    “Yes, I’ve lived there for about six years now.” She wanted to make it clear that she’d moved there before the show was