This is how to get your kids hooked on reading…. ;o) Okay, okay, so she’s trying to eat the paper and play with it rather than reading, but still, I thought it was cute.
Friday, I finished One Night With You. It’s a novella and will be coming out from EC, although I’m not sure when. It’s a contemp~friends to lovers sort of thing, although the H&H alway had the hots for each other. But for some reason, they never told the other. (Although, if they had, there wouldn’t have been a story for me to tell.)
How could a simple look make her feel like that?
Shifting around in the chair, Bo hoped he couldn’t tell how nervous she was. False hope–Logan always seemed to know how she felt. He always had. But she could always pretend, right? Pretend that she felt totally comfortable in the dark quiet Lexington restaurant, with its flickering candlelight and soft music. Pretend that she didn’t feel self-conscious in the red silk that draped over her body. Pretend that she knew how to handle the looks he kept giving her.
If she faked it long enough, maybe she could actually convince herself it was all true. That she knew how to wear silk and sip wine and smile a sexy little smile at the gorgeous man staring at her.
But she didn’t think it was going to happen. Bo was more comfortable wearing jeans and a tank top while she worked a photo shoot. She’d rather the silk be on some bone-skinny model she saw through her camera lens instead of on her. She rather be riding through rain and snow on her dad’s ranch and taking pictures of a newborn foal–even helping to deliver it. She’d take the blood and gore and afterbirth, or dealing demanding models and demanding agents. She’d take those experiences any day of the week over this one. At least she knew how to handle those.
“You don’t have to look so nervous.”
Bo didn’t see the point in lying. She looked at Logan and smiled a little. “I’m not used to this kind of place, that’s all.” Okay, so maybe that wasn’t the complete truth, but that wasn’t exactly lying, was it? Because there was no way she was going to tell Logan that he was the real reason she was so nervous.
Logan glanced around and smiled a little. “I thought about going to the Roadhouse but they don’t have crème brulee.” Even though her belly was pleasantly full from dinner, the thought of crème brulee had her mouth watering. “You got me,” Bo said with a grin.
“You and your sweet tooth.” The waiter showed up and Bo sipped at her wine in silence while he ordered. Just one dessert. As the waiter walked away, she looked at him with a brow lifted. “I hope you don’t think I’m sharing.”
His pale brown eyes dropped to her mouth and that nervousness returned. “I’m not hungry for dessert.” The look on his face seemed to say the opposite, Bo thought. He looked like he was starving, but she had a weird feeling he wasn’t interested in food.
**BTW if the font or the format on this looks wonky, somebody please tell me. A reader emailed me that she couldn’t read the font, so I’m trying to make it easier to read.