When Faults Collide (Faultlines #1)

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Author: Claire Granger
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    “Home. Back to America,” he said, rubbing my back as he talked.
    He had finally come.

Chapter Two

    Ten Years Later
    I love Richmond in the fall. The air is cool and crisp, the leaves all gorgeous shades of red, yellow, and orange.
    I finished my final lap around Jefferson park and finally stopped to take a snapshot of the city views. This was one of the best spots in Church Hill for city views.
    Church Hill is a tiny section of Richmond full of history and culture. Row houses lined the streets and there were beautiful plum and cherry trees lining the sidewalks. It was a historic district and so many of the buildings were hundreds of years old and had character and charm.
    Hence the name, Church Hill sat on a hilltop just above the city, yet still a stone’s throw away from downtown.
    I breathed in the cool autumn air and uploaded my picture to Instagram. I quickly posted a status update along with the picture.
    ----
    Loving these amazing views from
#JeffersonPark! #RVAhasmyheart
----
    I slipped my phone into my jacket pocket but I already heard the dings announcing comments or likes.
    As a blogger, social media was my mecca. I found so much joy sharing my thoughts with the world and social media gave me a platform to engage current readers and reach a new audience.
    As a graphic designer, my online presence only helped me get my name out there faster. Networking through social media helped get most of my clients as a freelancer.
    I put my headphones on, blasted Maroon 5 and took off on a jog down Leigh Street towards my favorite coffee shop.
    Captain Buzzy’s is one of those iconic places to Richmonders. It’s small and funky, nothing fancy or corporate about it at all, and I loved it.
    I ordered my usual, a cup of the Church Hill blend, added cream and sugar, and sat down in one of the tiny tables to check my social media feeds.
    I responded to a lot of my comments, giggling at some of he humor of my readers, then decided to check my email before heading home.
    Subject: Graphics Work
    Hi there
,
    My friend Ben Waters referred me to you to tell me that you do amazing design work
.
    I have just opened a new music venue in the Bottom and am looking for someone to help me out with some design work, not only for our website but also for our promotional materials. Could we set up a meeting to discuss my needs
and see
if we could work together on this?
    Thanks!
    -B. Daley
    I sipped my coffee and responded quickly.
    Subject: RE: Graphics Work
    Hello to you as well!
    Glad to hear that Ben referred me! He was one of my favorite clients last year!
    I’ve done work for venues before, and would be happy to schedule a sit down to talk about the details!
    When do you have some free time? I am available tomorrow after 2pm or Monday anytime. We could do another day next week if we need to as well
.
    Looking forward to hearing from you!
    -Asha Harris
    I took another sip and realized that I had finished my coffee. I debated the merits of a second cup and then decided against it.
    I stood up and walked over to the trash can and tossed it in, scrolling through Twitter while I walked. Tweeting while walking was an art that I had acquired and could manage quite successfully.
    ----
    Asha Harris
    @AshaGirlRVA Leaving
#CaptainBuzzys
where I just got my drank on!
#CoffeeOverLife #ChurchHillBlend
----
    I smirked at my cute hashtags and turned to leave, but not before smashing directly into the man walking in.
    It wasn’t even a graceful smash. Nope. I went nose deep into his chest, which threw off my footing, so I essentially fell into the man twice.
    I jerked myself upright, his hand on my arm to steady me.
    “Oh my God, I am so sorry!” I said keeping my eyes down. I was completely mortified. I attempted to scoot past him, but not before he chuckled.
    “It’s totally okay. Twitter gets me, too,” he said softly.
    I looked up and smiled awkwardly. His eyes caught mine and we locked on to each other for a few seconds.
    He was

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