Friday, March 1, 2013

Happy Friday!

What better way to celebrate a friday, and the first day of March, than with a big, fat EXCERPT:

Like to hear it? Here it go:

He looked up, chagrined. “I’m sorry, Vi.”
            I couldn’t help it when my voice shook. “I don’t want you to be sorry. I just don’t want to be ditched by my best friend.”
            He looked over his shoulder. “Hey, shh.”
            My voice was rising. I didn’t care if I made a scene. Whatever it took to make Gabe listen to me. “I know that my timing on this sucks, but there are some things you need to know about her.”
            “Come on, let’s not do this,” Gabe said, gently guiding me through the front doors of the building.
             I followed Gabe around a corner, where we stood by a brick wall. “You don’t have a clue what kind of woman you’re marrying.”
            “Of course I know who I’m marrying, Vi.” Gabe’s frown pulled his features down. “She’s my fiancĂ©e.”
            I looked into his eyes. “Even though she’s a liar?”
            “Where is this coming from? I thought you and Alicia got along?”
            “We did before. Sort of.” I folded my arms across my chest.
            “Before what? Before we almost kissed?” He lowered his voice. “That was—”
            “A giant mistake? Yes. I realize that.”
            “It wasn’t a mistake.” He put his hands in his pockets, and shifted between his feet a few times. “It...”
            I folded my arms across my chest. “What, Gabe? Spit it out.”
            He looked around nervously, even though there was nobody around. After a few beats, he just shook his head without saying a word.
            “Fine.” I put my palms out. “Fine. I get it. It was an awful mistake.”
            His features softened. “I was going to say amazing.”
            My anger fizzled, but confusion flared. “Oh…I guess.”
            “I haven’t been returning your calls this week because it seemed safer not to.”
            I shook my head. “Are you really that afraid of being alone with me?”
            Gabe’s eyes darkened. “Yes.”
            “So you’re going to avoid me for the rest of our lives?”
            His cheeks flushed. “That’s the plan, yes.”
            I pushed his chest. “What the hell? I’m in your wedding. I go to every holiday at your parents’ house. How will you avoid me forever?”
            He rubbed his eyes. “Things are changing, Violet.”
            There was nothing being said, but the air between us was thick with everything unsaid. I started to release his hand, but he laced his fingers through mine. My gut twisted. “I’m sorry that it happened.”
            “My Vi.” He sighed and stepped closer to me.
            A vision of Landon in his apartment, cheerfully dropping folded shirts into a suitcase, popped into my head, but I quickly shoved it to the back of my mind. “I have some things to tell you, Gabe.”
            He looked down. “Every time I’m around you, I can’t keep my hands off you. What’s wrong with me?”
            I could feel that all-too familiar magnetic pull between us, and my resolve started to crack. If Gabe kept touching me, I wasn’t going to be capable of fighting my desire much longer, and I was going to suggest making out in the parking lot soon. I had to get everything out that I’d come here to say, before he came any closer. When I put my palms on his chest, and I noticed his pulse thudding through his shirt. I took hold of his wrists, and stepped back. “Why do you keep doing that?”
            “Doing what?” he asked.
            “Touching me like that.” I still felt tingles where his palms had been.
            “Like that?” He shoved his hands in his pockets.
            “Like we’re more than friends.”
            Gabe glared at me. “I’m engaged, Violet.”
            “That’s what makes this so wrong.” I gestured between the two of us. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you, and we can’t stay off each other!”

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