I’m halfway through the holiday novella and I need to get this baby done in the next three days. 15k more words to go before I can then tackle all the other projects waiting their turn for the last two months. Sometimes I don’t know why I do this to myself but when I get to certain parts of my story that make me go “aaawwww,” I realize it’s all worth it.
So allow me to introduce you to florist Mariah and her friend Logan, the main characters in the upcoming novella (November 1, 2018), Her Temporary Engagement:
“Alright, let’s try this.” Logan takes my hand and brings it to his lips. They’re warm and soft, his day-old stubble tickling my skin.
“That’s… that’s nice,” I whisper, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment. Do I really need tips on how to react to a man kissing the back of my hand? Well, apparently, in Logan’s case, I do.
“And this?” His other hand moves up toward my face, his hands warm against my cheek, his thumb along my chin.
“Um… that’s nice, too.”
“Don’t giggle,” he murmurs. “I’m serious here. He’s still watching us, you know.”
My eyes widen. “He is?”
“Him and a woman. They’re standing by the front door.”
“Close your eyes.”
I should know what’s coming next. After all, I’ve secretly wondered how it would feel like to be kissed by Logan Garrison. I close my eyes as he moves his face closer, his cologne mingling with the faint scent of leather and motor oil, making my stomach clench. The kiss is faint and soft, our lips almost touching, our breaths warming the barest of space between us. It’s as if time decided to stand still at that moment, making every millisecond count until our lips touch.
But they don’t.
That’s because my phone buzzes from inside my jacket and in my panic, I pull away. Why do I feel like I’m doing something I shouldn’t be doing? I fumble for my phone and tap on the display, a text message from my manager appearing on the screen.
Merry Christmas, boss! Just uploaded the day’s numbers and will be back at the shop on the 26th.
I make a face. I’ve never been so annoyed by a text message before.
I nod as I turn off my phone and slip it back into my pocket, the kiss I didn’t realize I’d been waiting for all these years now gone.
“Talk about timing, right?”
“It is practice,” he murmurs. “I just don’t want you acting surprised when it happens in front of everyone.”
I take a step closer. “Why don’t we try it again? You know, just to be sure we get it right.”
“Next time, Mariah,” Logan murmurs as his head dips lower, his fingers soft against my cheek, “let the phone ring.”