![]() Whiskey on Our Shoes
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- EXCERPT: Eva’s POV Alex takes a step back toward the swinging kitchen doors and takes a phone from his pocket. Worried he’ll call the cops, I hop off the barstool and walk toward him, hands up to show I’m harmless. “I was kidding,” I say. He freezes, shoulders back. His chest is broad. A brick wall. That’s what running into him upstairs felt like. His arm had gone around me, strong and warm, pulling me out of the way and--whoa. Heat creeps into my cheeks, despite the coolness of the kitchen. Squelching the impulse to fan myself, I shift my focus to Alex’s face. There’s a spark in his deep blue eyes, like he caught me ogling him, and my whole face ignites. Damn fair skin. What the hell am I doing? This guy poses a threat to mine and Lor’s privacy. He could blab what happened here to everyone. So why am I thinking of his warm, spicy scent? I clear my throat. “We wouldn’t kill you. Right, Hector?” “You’re safe, man.” Hector hands us each a glass of tea. Alex’s posture relaxes some, but he doesn’t take a drink. He watches me sip mine. I switch from holding the glass with my left hand to my right and wonder if he noticed I don’t have a left index finger. If so, he’s hiding his reaction better than Nadine at ACR did. He pockets his phone. “Okay, what shouldn’t I have seen or heard?” “I’ll let her explain it,” I say as Jojo breezes back into the kitchen, NDA in hand. There are perks to having Lor’s personal assistant on the premises. “Have a seat, Alex.” She sets the papers on the bar. “This is a standard non-disclosure agreement. The band’s keeping DeLorean’s injuries private while he’s recovering.” Alex shrugs. “Fine. I won’t tell anyone. I don’t even have any idea what’s wrong with him.” Jojo hands him a pen. “Good. By signing this, you also agree to not mention anything of DeLorean having a sister.” “Why?” His eyes snap to me. “Don’t people know he has a sister?” “No,” Hector tells him. “She works hard to stay anonymous. You must forget everything about her.” His tough guy act warms my heart, but he’s no bigger than me, with not much more muscle. Alex, on the other hand is clearly shredded. “Don’t worry. I can keep a secret.” His eyes are full of understanding. “Great.” I gesture to the NDA. He breaks our gaze and reads it. And I mean, he really reads it, like word for word. Finally, he signs it and hands it to Jojo. “Thank you, sir,” she says. “Eva, will you see Alex to the door please?” A splash mark on his left boot catches my eye as we walk through the foyer. I point at the dark spot. “Oh no, some of the whiskey got on you. I can have Jojo arrange to replace them.” “No, it’s fine.” He stops at the door. “But maybe I could get your number?” From the way his Adam’s apple bobs with a swallow, I sense he surprised himself as much as me. “Um…” I’m tempted, but what is happening? He’s supposed to leave and forget me. I need to forget him. Our lives are so different. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea.” I open the door. Disappointment flickers in his eyes. He nods and goes past me, through the open door. Heading for the black truck, he puts his cowboy hat on and glances over his shoulder at me with what could only be described as a wistful smile. I almost grin back but decide not to encourage him. ![]()
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Sue G.
11/8/2022 10:49:33 am
This sounds interesting. Fun cover.
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