Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
There were so many bad dates.
She even had one date where the man’s wife arrived. Yep, Molly had been out of there right away. There was no way in hell she was going to help a guy cheat on his wife. It went against everything she stood for.
This was no room to think about all those dates, because the truth was, when it came to Nate, he made her nervous. She didn’t quite know exactly what kind of guy he was. He was a mystery to her, and one she wasn’t sure she wanted to crack. He confused her, and she knew she spent a great deal of time blushing. She only hoped in learning makeup skills, she was able to hide it.
What he, or no one else knew, was she’d had the biggest crush on Nate Sinclair for as long as she could remember. It was insane.
There were one or two dates when Nate had arrived with his buddy Randy, and she’d been so distracted, it was the only reason she’d been able to get to the dessert.
Even now, she was so distracted by old memories, she suddenly realized there was no car or bike.
“We’re walking?” she asked.
“Yep, don’t worry, it’s not far.”
She had no problem with walking. It was one of the many reasons she didn’t own a car or bike. She loved to clear her head, and walking was the best way to do that.
Every now and then, she couldn’t help stealing glances at him, wondering if he’d put any special product on his lips that had made her tingle, because her lips were still very much tingling. She wanted to reach up and touch them, but she held herself back.
“It’s a lovely night,” he said.
“Yeah, it is. Nice and warm too, which is surprising.” She usually liked to wear a cardigan, but over the next couple of days, they were supposed to have a heat wave.
“So, tell me a little about yourself, Molly,” Nate said.
“Uh, you know all about me.”
“Nah, I don’t. I was thinking about you most of today, actually, and you know it got me thinking that you don’t talk about what you do. There are times you’re not seen for days at a time around town.”
“It’s, uh, not that important, to be honest. I work for a company online, nothing new there, and it’s all boring. So, tell me, what are you working on currently?”
“You’re evading the question,” he said.
“I’m not evading anything, I’m simply curious about what you do.”
“You want to hear about cars?”
“Or bikes. I know you’re constantly doing upgrades to your current cycle, and aren’t you, like, working on a big project or something?” She had to think of something—anything—so it would take his thoughts off of what she was doing.
There was no way she was going to be able to get through tonight if he knew she wrote erotic books. This was her biggest secret. Everyone in town was so wrapped up in their own lives and the current hot gossip, that she didn’t even register with them. When questions started to flow, she had become an expert in dodging them. Very few people knew.
Her parents being long gone, there was the mother of her one-time date who’d kept calling. She knew, and in fact she claimed to be her biggest fan, much to Molly’s surprise. For some reason, she had thought the older woman would hate her for writing such smut, but nope. She loved it, and read each book that was released.
She glanced over at Nate, and hoped he took the bait.
He smirked and then entered the park. “You know, Molly. You’re not fooling me,” he said.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I would love to learn about engines and grease, and all the tools you need to work through. Like wrenches and pliers, and weird-looking things.”
She had no idea what she was talking about. Didn’t have the first clue what went into fixing a car. All the mechanics in her books didn’t do a lot of talking, unless it was what she heard in passing. Oil change, bust belt, or something like that.
She really should read a book or find an internet source, but she would then find herself constantly thinking about Nate Sinclair, and procrastinating was never a good thing.
The park was beautiful, but what made her stop and took her breath away, was the scene set before her. The park in town was considered one of the most romantic places, because it had been designed that way. Trees surrounded a small patch of grass that gave the illusion of twinkling lights. A small table with a few candles sat in wait. There was even a waiter, who looked like Randy.
“Really, because I would love to know who the inspiration was for your latest book. I believe he was a dirty-mouthed mechanic who had a thing for a certain brown-haired, green-eyed heroine, who needed her ass spanked from time to time.”