Well, since I had a new book release this week, I’d be remiss if I didn’t take a snippet from that, wouldn’t I? ( Hee hee)
From Vanilla with a Twist…Tandy’s just a little suspicious of why Deacon is so ready and willing to help her. She thinks there must be something motivating him and it can’t just be free ice cream….
“Why are you doing this?” she asked. “You’re here on vacation, not to do manual labor. You’re supposed to be resting and rehabbing. Plus, you don’t even know me. My own family doesn’t give me presents, especially not expensive ones like top-of-the- line tools.”
With his head angled and his arms crossed over his chest, he studied her much the way she suspected he would a motor he was attempting to fix: thoughtful glaze in his eyes, the skin above them wrinkled in curiosity.
“First of all, tinkering and working on mechanical problems is fun for me. I’ve told you that. As strange as it may sound, trying to figure out how to fix something….calms me. And vacations are supposed to be calming, right?”
She nodded. “What’s second?”
“You said, first of all. So what’s second of all?”
The bottoms of his ears turned flaming red, and for a hot second she thought she’d embarrassed him. Nothing she’d said, though, should have, so his visceral reaction was confusing.
Confusing and utterly charming. He had to be pushing forty, thirty-five at the least, and he was blushing. Actually blushing.
He ran a hand under his collar and cupped the back of his neck as he had earlier, a sign she was coming to recognize as a personal tic. A grin, part sheepish and to her mind wildly appealing, shot across his face.
“I guess I really don’t have a second reason.” He dipped his head a bit and regarded her with a side eye.
The air surrounding them felt charged, and if she touched him, even just a finger on his arm, Tandy knew a spark would ignite. The electricity flowing between them hummed like a neon sign.
Until next week, peeps ~ Peg