You could have guessed where today’s #TeaserTuesday was coming from before you even clicked on my blog, couldn’t you? hee hee.
Here’s a little snippet of conversation between Ella and Buddy that I love, which is kinda good since I wrote it!
“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” he said when I got to the table. A weird sense of déjà vu crept up my neck as I slid into the booth across from him without touching him. Once I was settled he sat back down
“I debated with myself about whether I should,” I admitted.
The waitress shot over to the table, took my coffee order and left. Silence shifted between us, until I broke it. “How did you find out where I live?”
“Aunt Cal. She was worried when you left so suddenly. When I dropped her off at a cocktail party, she ordered me to make sure you were okay, gave me your address and, well, here we are.”
You could have sliced the air around us. It was rife and thick with tension, silence, and in my case, worry.
“Ella,” Buddy finally said, on a sigh. He folded his hands on top of the table and a quick, hot flash of them trailing across my naked skin popped into my head. “At least now I know your name.”
My gaze shot to his face, registered the wry, almost shy smile across his lips.
“You knew my name.”
“No, I didn’t. It was only after I woke up the next morning I realized it.”
I frowned. “But you said my name. Twice that I can remember.”
His own eyebrows lifted. “No I didn’t.”
“You called me Cynderella. Once in the penthouse and then at Diablo.”Shock takes many forms on a face. Buddy’s was the classic kind: jaw dropping, mouth falling open, eyes bugging wide with disbelief.
“Your name is Cinderella? For real?”
I get this reaction a lot. “It’s spelled with a “y” but, yes. If you didn’t know it, why did you call me that?”
With a shake of his head, he trailed a hand down his temple to rest on the back of his neck. “Sweetheart, the first time I saw you, you were cleaning the fireplace and your cheek was covered in soot. I wiped it away with my handkerchief. Calling you Cinderella was a joke, said in the moment.”
A little niggle of uneasiness danced in my tummy. “What about at the club?”
His beautiful mouth twitched at the corners. “I wasn’t certain it was you until I got closer. The name just popped out. You never told me your real name. Not once.”
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Until Next time ~ Peg