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| Read an excerpt - She turned and he looked right into her seductive brown eyes. Her face, fringed by short dark hair, was even more beautiful close up. He felt hot. His knees weakened. This was his chance. “So, how’s it going?” Did that sound lame or what? “Good. Really good. And you?” Her eyes sparkled espresso brown, and the corners of her lips curled up when she smiled. “Good.” Another clever pick-up line. The barista asked her what she wanted. She ordered a Mango Mocha Frappuccino. Brian mumbled, “I’ll have the same.” He wanted to talk to this girl and figured a Mango Mocha Frappuccino would take a while. Trying hard not to sound like a stalker, he asked, “Writing a paper for a class?” “No. A novel,” she answered with a toss of her head. “And you?” “A novel.” He inhaled, puffed out his chest, and stared into her sparkling eyes. His mind stopped. He couldn’t think what to say next. “Do you belong to a critique group?” The barista set down two Frappuccinos. “Elaine and Brian.” “Ah…no.” “Maybe sometime we could share…” “Yes…yes!” She wrote her email address on a napkin and handed him the paper. His fingertips, hot as an un-insulated cup, touched hers. He crushed the napkin, and croaked, “Maybe we could…talk…sometime…Elaine.” “Yes…Brian.” |
