Welcome and thanks for stopping by. The story today is from my WIP, a snippet from The Dating List, third book in The List series, due out in October.
Colin placed their order while Leah looked around.
There weren’t many people in the place and certainly no thirty-four-year-old
women with twenty-nine-year-old men. She cast her gaze down as one interested
man sitting by himself gave her a curious stare. Glancing up, she saw
Colin’s cheerful face smiling at her. A mischievous gleam, youthful and full of fun lit up his eyes. She weakened. When
was the last time I just had fun with a man?
“Penny for your thoughts,” he said as the waitress
set down two mugs of steaming coffee.
“Thinking how ridiculous a woman my age looks
sitting here, like on a date, with a man your age,” she blurted out, instantly
regretting her honesty.
“Really? I
think we look cute together. You’re so small, petite…who cares what other
people think? A few years, what difference does that make?”
“You don’t care?”
“I’m sitting here with the most gorgeous, elegant,
talented woman in the place…no…in all of New York City. I’m the luckiest guy
alive.”
Leah felt the heat of pleasure at his compliment
rise to her cheeks.
“You even blush beautifully. You’re stunning,
Leah. What man of any age wouldn’t give a fortune to change places with me
right now?”
She looked down at her hands, fiddling with her
cloth napkin as his fingers crept over and folded over hers. Her eyes looked up
into his, noticing dancing green flecks mixed with gold. Her resolve to treat Colin
like a little brother melted along with the sugar she put in her coffee. The
heat of his stare, his frank admiration broke through her first line of
defense. He seems to be for real. When
he raised her hand to his lips, she smiled.
The waitress carrying their ice cream sundae,
piled high with a mountain of whipped cream arrived, breaking into their privacy.
He scooped some onto the spoon and fed it to her. She did the same to him,
giggling like a schoolgirl. Shut up
conscience. I’m having fun. Go away.
“How long are you staying?” she asked.
“Just through New Year’s. But I plan to come back
in February.”
“For Valentine’s Day?”
“Of course. Love that holiday.” His eyes glowed with mischief.
So did I
when Hank was alive. Feeling a momentary tightening in her chest, Leah
dropped her gaze to her spoon. Colin frowned.
“Did I say
something?”
“No, no. It’s not you. Me…nothing to do with…do
you come to New York often?”
Colin’s eyes searched hers but Leah had regained
control, changing the subject, hiding a quick flash of pain behind a soft sigh.
6 comments:
I would trade places with her any day. But I'm wondering about that quick flash of pain.
I would love that ice cream sundae with the mountain of whipped cream.
This is such a romantic scene
You can feel the attraction between the two, even though one is fighting it. Nicely penned!
I'm just eating this story up. Delicious!
A lovely scene, paced with emotion and a touch of mystery. :-)
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