by Hart, Staci
Austen Box Set
Staci Hart
Contents
I. Wasted Words
Cover
Title
1. ALWAYS RIGHT
2. ALL THE BOOKS
3. SEXY KALE
4. HOW TO HOPE
5. PETER FREAKING PARKER
6. A PROPER MATCH
7. GATEKEEPER MEETS KEYMASTER
8. CHRIST ON A BIKE
9. INFALLIBLE
10. YES/NO/MAYBE
11. FERTILIZED
12. DOUBLEMINT
13. CLARK KENT NEVER WINS
14. BIG BAD BRAINS
15. CRAZY PANTS
16. BADLY DONE
17. KEEP WALKING
18. JUST BECAUSE
19. YOUTUBE SAVES
20. CRAZY HE CALLS ME
21. BEGGING FOR THREAD
22. THE CONSTRUCT
23. LOST
24. KEEP BREATHING
25. BURN TOGETHER
26. TRUE COLORS
27. LIMBO
28. WHITE KNIGHT
29. MIRROR
30. Epilogue
II. A Thousand Letters
Cover
Title
31. Always
32. Time
33. As Air
34. Small Comfort
35. Razed
36. Thin Soul
37. Acquiescence
38. Here and Now
39. So Easy
40. Bring It On Home
41. Never Prepared
42. Limbo
43. Truth in Darkness
44. Chasm
45. Wandering Voices
46. Vanished
47. Blank
48. To Live
49. Ground Zero
50. No More
51. Displacement
52. The Truth Lies
53. Revelation
54. The Length of Love
55. To survive
56. The Constant
57. Wait
58. Only
Epilogue
III. Living Out Loud
Cover
Title
Happiness
59. Arrival
60. Mittens
61. Sweet and Salty
62. Come Sail Away
63. Hearts On Fire
64. The List
65. Go On And Jump
66. Alley-oop
67. Wishes And Dreams
68. White Knight
69. That Motherfucker
70. Practically Perfect
71. Take What You Can Get
72. Bigger Problems
73. Some Magic
74. Do vs. Feel
75. Welcome to Hell
76. All That Glitters
77. Anywhere But Here
78. Did He?
79. Old Lies
80. Heartbeats
81. Waiting
82. Yours
83. Beholden
84. First and Last
85. Epilogue
IV. Wasted Words Novella
86. Funny Business
87. B Hole
88. Constant
Part I
Wasted Words
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Cover design by Quirky Bird
Photography by Perrywinkle Photography
Editing by Rebecca Slemons
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To Kandi for being the back wheel of the Tribecycle so we can go real fast.
And to Becca for being the steady front wheel who keeps us from crashing.
ALWAYS RIGHT
Cam
I’m part psychic
Okay, maybe not full-blown, tell-the-future, Madame Esmeralda or anything, but with little more than a glance, I could tell you a number of things about a person, from the types of books they read to their favorite drink.
I’d always sorted people, just like books in the Dewey Decimal System, where everything had its place. Geeks with geeks. Chic with chic. For instance, when I first met my roommate, Tyler, I instantly knew several things to be true. He’d played sports — football I’d guessed — any man that tall and built would be crazy not to use his body for sports. He’d recently been dumped, determined by the fact that he’d come to live with me with little more than a suitcase full of clothes and a couple of boxes. And as for his favorite drink, I’d pegged him for a beer drinker. That one was just a hunch, but I’d put my money on it, and I was right.
I only used my powers for good, making matches between people I knew or strangers I encountered, planting little seeds, nudging them together. Not physically nudge them — as a five-foot-two dork in glasses, weighing in at a buck-oh-five soaking wet, I couldn’t even open some doors without grunting. But I could see patterns between people, and with a well-placed word or maybe a little bit of well-meaning manipulation, I could get people in each other’s line of sight long enough for them to actually see each other.
Although, at the end of the day, I really did it because I was in love with love.
There’s something terribly satisfying about imagining two people falling in love and then witnessing it. To know that you had a hand in them finding someone to love, especially when you hadn’t found love yourself. Not that I wasn’t looking, but my love life had been sort of nonexistent for a long time. It felt safer that way.
Besides, it’s easier to see everyone else’s business than your own, and I was perfectly happy with setting up everyone I could.
My job at Wasted Words was equal parts manager, comic book dealer, bartender, and matchmaker — the last being my favorite part of the job. Mixing up the comic boys and romance girls who came in had become my favorite hobby. I ran singles night, which was the easiest place to make magic, and bartending was another avenue to making love connections. I’d been doing it since college, making matches, but ever since I’d been hired to help open and run Wasted Words, I’d upped my stats exponentially.
It was almost too easy. Fish in a barrel, and all that. Meeting people in New York wasn’t easy, and the concept for our bar — which was also a coffee shop and bookstore, featuring an extensive comic collection — brought in an eclectic group of clientele. We had everything from corporate lawyers looking for hentai, more commonly known as tentacle porn, to teenage girls browsing our massive romance aisles. There were the college kids, especially from Columbia, as we were pretty close to campus, and then of course the standard stereotypical romance reading cat ladies and the super nerdy comic guys. Those were the easiest to match up.
For instance, there was a girl at the other end of the bar — let’s call her The Reader — with her nose in a book as she sipped on her chai. As I wiped off the bar top in front of me, I noticed she flipped the pages with the speed of a lifer, probably reading since she was a little kid. Her fingers were smudged with ink or graphite, and every time she pushed up her glasses, she rubbed a little off on her nose. Noting the black notebook under the one she was reading, it seemed a safe assumption that she was an artist of some sort. Something about her — her posture maybe, almost like she was trying to make herself smaller, or her clothes, loose fitting and a little out of style — told me that she wasn’t the ball-busting, go-getting type, but she was
pretty, to be sure, with skin like cream and hair in a bun with heavy bangs.
A few seats over sat a guy who’d been watching The Reader around a pint of Guinness and a Japanese comic. His eyes would dart over to watch her, though she kept flipping pages, completely unaware, so absorbed in her book that she hadn’t sensed him, even with him throwing unspoken signals at her in waves. He had the look of the standard guys who frequented the comic shop where I worked before Wasted Words — awkward, tall, skinny by society’s standards at least. I thought he was adorable in his own right, with shaggy dark hair and a hoodie over a T-shirt of Batman eating ramen, framed like a comic cover and titled in Japanese characters that said Batman and Ramen. It’s delicious.
I imagined her looking up at him and smiling, then him moving down to talk to her. Then he’d ask her out, they’d exchange numbers, and she would blush sweetly. They’d go to dinner, talk about books and life, he’d kiss her in front of her door. And then marriage and babies and the whole lot.
I sighed dreamily.
Batman could have had a solid shot at The Reader with nothing more than a breath of self-confidence, but that was always the trick. He didn’t have any, and neither did she. Which was where I came in.
My roommate, Tyler, chuffed at me. “Leave them be, Cam.”
I narrowed my eyes at him playfully. “Don’t tell me what to do, Tyler.”
He laughed and shook his head, and all I could do was smile across the bar at him. Tyler sat in the seat he always took, near the back of the horseshoe bar where he kept me company at work. He was six feet, six inches of absolute man with friendly, warm eyes, a smile like stadium lights, and a jaw that was straight out of an Abercrombie ad. I freaking hate Abercrombie, but I’d buy everything they sold if Tyler were on the billboard in his underwear.
What a catch, right? Thing was, his fish and my fish didn’t even live in the same pond. No, his pond was full of cheerleaders and beauty queens, models and girls who also belong on Abercrombie ads and … I don’t know. Not me, that was for sure. Don’t get me wrong — I wasn’t butthurt about it or anything. It was just one of those facts of life. Nerdy girls wearing flannel and Death Star T-shirts brandishing the quote That’s no moon don’t date gorgeous ex-tight ends. They date video game testers and baristas who moonlight at Magic: The Gathering tournaments. Guys who blow their money on cosplay outfits and PC upgrades.
I smiled and jerked my chin toward the two, guiding my thoughts back to things I could change. “Look at them. They’d be so sweet together.”
“You don’t know that. Maybe he’s abusive.”
I snorted. “Yeah, right. I’m pretty sure she could take him.”
He smirked and picked up his beer. “I’m just saying. You don’t know anything about them.”
“Not true, I know at least a little bit. Look, she has ink on her fingers, so I’m betting she’s an artist of some sort.”
“Maybe she sells newspapers.”
I gave him a flat look. “No one buys newspapers anymore.”
Tyler eyed me, amused. “There’s no way you’re right.”
I hung my hand on my hip. “Really? Should I remind you of Jane and Charlie?”
“No, really, Cam. You shouldn’t.”
But I did anyway. “If it weren’t for me, they would never have gone on their first date, which means they never would have gotten married, which means they wouldn’t have their adorable babies who I’m the honorary aunt of. They hated each other, Tyler. Hated. And now they’re the happiest people I know, all thanks to me.”
He shook his head again and tipped his beer toward me. “And thus began your crusade to make matches for everyone you meet.”
“Yes, it did. Because if I can make two people as happy as Jane and Charlie are? That’s what it’s all about.”
“But I still believe in the old fashioned idea of letting people decide who they want to date.”
“But what if they do want to date, but they just don’t know it yet?” I asked emphatically.
“It’s a sick hobby, Cam,” he joked.
“It’s so satisfying. Like peeling a sunburn.”
He made a face, but he still laughed.
“Oh, or watching power washing porn.”
“What?” His lip curled.
“You’ve never seen it?” I pulled out my phone, chuckling. “Oh, man, are you in for a treat.”
He glanced around. “Are you sure I should be looking at porn?”
I rolled my eyes and handed my phone over. “It’s not actual porn, it’s just gifs of people power washing stuff. Like before and after.”
He watched it for a second before humphing. “How about that. It is really satisfying.”
“Told you. Just like I told you that girl’s an artist.”
He didn’t look convinced.
“Betcha five bucks.”
Tyler sighed, and internally, I crowed at his defeat. “I’m probably going to regret this, but you’re on. You’re due to be wrong, any minute now.”
I laughed, turning to the two of them again, smiling even wider when I realized what they were reading. “Bet you twenty I can get them together.”
He pursed his lips, considering it. “If you can get him to ask her out right now, I’ll throw in dinner on me.”
“You can’t rush art,” I said with a wink and a smile as I headed over to The Reader to work my magic.
She looked up from her book and pushed her glasses up her nose, widening the graphite smudge.
“Doing okay over here?”
“Yes, thanks. Could I get a glass of water?”
“Sure thing.” I grabbed a glass and filled it with ice. “Whatcha reading?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Oh,” she said as she slipped her finger between the pages to hold her place before glancing at the cover. “Outlander.”
I nodded my approval. “A classic. Jamie Fraser is the perfect guy, am I right?”
She blushed a little and sighed, smiling softly. “This is my fourth read-through of the series. He’s just everything, you know? Soft and hard, sensitive without being weak. He’s the ultimate man.” She sighed again. “Too bad he’s not real.”
“Well, if he was, he’d only be made for one woman. At least this way, we all get to have him.”
She smiled again, her glasses slipping down just a little. “I guess that’s true.”
I set the water in front of her, and she took a sip. “So, are you an artist?”
“Yeah, how’d you know?”
“Your fingertips are smudged. In fact, you’ve got a little something right here.” I motioned to the bridge of my nose.
“Ugh,” she groaned and looked at her hands before digging through her bag for a little pack of wipes. “You’d think I’d remember to wash my hands after drawing, but I only do if I’m in the studio. Hence carrying these around like I’m traveling with a toddler. I mean, unless I’m the toddler, in which case, that makes a lot of sense.”
I laughed. “What’s your medium?”
“I love charcoal, but it’s such a mess. Clearly.” She held up her hands in display.
“That’s what I’ve heard. My boss’ boyfriend is an artist and the same thing happens to him. He painted the piece just above you.” I pointed up, and she leaned back to look.
“Oh, I love that so much, and love that it’s the first thing I see every time I walk in.”
“He’s super talented, for sure.” I leaned on the bar. “Random question, but have you ever read any comics?”
She shook her head. “Never.”
“So, there’s this Japanese comic I love — it’s called InuYasha. It’s about a girl who falls in a well and is sent back in time, into feudal Japan.”
Her smile bloomed. “Wow, just like Claire in Outlander.”
“Totally. I mean, technically it’s classified as romantic comedy, so the tone isn’t at all like Outlander, but it’s fantastic. They’re on the hunt for these jewels, and InuYasha is her
protector, even though she doesn’t usually need it, being a badass herself. You should check it out. I can hook you up with a copy of the first book for fifty percent off, if you’re interested.”
“Absolutely,” she said, blushing happily. “That’s so kind of you, you don’t have to do that.”
I shrugged. “Anything to convert people to comics. I’ll have Ruby grab a copy and I’ll add it to your tab.” I pushed off the bar and smiled at her. “I’ll let you get back to your book. Just let me know if you need anything else, okay?”
“Thanks,” she said with a smile, and I felt like a boss as I made my way over to Batman. The seed had been planted, and the added bonus of convincing her to go from Outlander to manga had me giddy.