Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
I pull the door open, ready to blast my early caller, when I find a huge bouquet of pink flowers obscuring the delivery person. “Hello.” I glance around the blooms.
“Hi.” The gorgeous blonde smiles at me. “I have a delivery for Jasmine Matheson.”
“That’s me.” She looks vaguely familiar, but I can’t place where I’ve seen her before. “I’m Kyra Rickman.” Her name isn’t familiar. “I own Petal Pushers with my twin sister.”
“Nice to finally meet you.” I smile and step back. “Would you like to come in?”
“I wish I had time.” She hands me the heavy bouquet. Darn. There must be at least thirty or forty flowers. “But my delivery person called in sick so I’m trying to get all these deliveries done before my husband’s meeting later this morning.” I nod my head and smile, but I have absolutely no idea what her husband’s meeting has to do with her deliveries. “He won’t let me go on deliveries alone.” She rolls her eyes and answers my question.
“Oh.” My brother-in-law is the same way with Letty. Lex is a judge here in town, and he’s made sure everyone knows he’d tear this town apart if anyone dares to upset his wife. “Maybe some other time.” I place the heavy bouquet on the table beside the door.
“Sounds great. Have a good day.” She gives me a little wave and rushes out to the white and pink delivery van as a huge giant wearing a cowboy hat hops out.
This freaking town seems to breed handsome, masculine, overprotective Neanderthals, and I’m pretty sure I have my very own caveman.
After arranging the bouquet of pink roses next to the red ones, I pull out my cell phone and look through my contacts for the Scrooge who stole my heart.
Last night before walking me home, he insisted on typing his number into my phone and sending himself a message so he’d have my number. Then he totally blew my mind when he gave me a key to his house, “just in case” I ever need to get in.
The phone only rings once before his deep voice wraps around me. “I was hoping you’d call, baby doll.”
“Thank you for the flowers.” I drop onto the sofa, and Roger hisses at having his nap interrupted.
“You’re welcome. What are your plans for today?”
“I’m hanging out with Roger and catching up on my favorite show.” I lean back and stare at the twinkling red, blue, and green lights on the tree. So, sue us, we put the freaking tree up a few weeks before Thanksgiving. Working in retail tends to make the holidays fly by, and we didn’t want to forget until the week of Christmas like we did last year. “He’s feeling neglected, so I’m going to give him a little extra petting today.”
“I’m jealous of Roger. I’d kill to have you give me a little extra petting.” His voice drops a few octaves, causing me to squirm on the sofa as dirty fantasies zip through my mind.
“Uh…” There goes that tongue-tied sensation again. It’s like my mouth and brain can’t function together anytime Will is around.
“Maybe soon.” He laughs and I hear him talking to someone in the background. My face heats when I realize someone else heard his racy comments. “I have to get back to work, baby doll.”
“And I have petting to do.” I can’t help myself.
“Save a little of that for me. Are you up to another movie night?”
“I’d love to have another date.” All my resistance fades away, and I realize I’ve been acting like a ninny-poo trying to fight the pull between us. It’s time for me to pull up my big girl panties and jump in with both feet. Or maybe I’ll drop my panties instead.
“Then I’ll see you around six o’clock.”
“Yes, you will.”
After I hang up the phone, I sit back and plan my attack. So far, Will has been putting in all the effort. It’s time for me to reciprocate.
I know the perfect little dress for what I have planned for my caveman. Without giving myself a chance to change my mind, I dial Skye’s number.
“Hello,” she answers. “Are you up already?”
“Roger decided to sit in the middle of my room and howl at the top of his lungs until I got up.”
“Ouch.” My younger sister laughs. “I’d have a Maine Coon coat right now if he did that to me.”
“Uh-huh.” We both know he’s spoiled rotten because she treats him like a freaking baby. “I actually called because I need a favor.”
“Sure. What do you need?”
“You know the black silk dress with silk cutouts we got in last week?” We all drooled over the gorgeous garment.
“You go, girl.” My sister whistles. “You’re going to knock McScroogie’s socks off with that dress.”
“I’m actually hoping to knock his pants off,” slips out before I’m able to stop the words.