Autumn is my favorite season of the year for several
reasons:
The colors. All the reds and golds and oranges of the leaves
turning colors are simply breathtaking. I live in North Texas, where only a few
variety of trees actually change color in autumn. I’m surrounded by mountain
cedars and live oaks, which stay green all year long. But those trees that do
turn color are spectacular.
The cooler weather. Our summers are hot and humid. Most of
us breathe a sigh of relief when the weather starts to turn cooler. Finally, we
can walk outside without feeling as if we’re hit in the face with a wet
washcloth!
Football. And no, those tight pants the players wear have
nothing to do with why I love the sport. Okay, maybe a little.
Halloween and Thanksgiving and Christmas. (I know Christmas
is technically a winter holiday, but don’t burst my bubble.) Those holidays
mean fun for the kids, togetherness for family, lots of good food, and
laughter. Who doesn’t love watching a child open a present on Christmas
morning?
Autumn also means more time inside for reading. I love to
curl up in my recliner with a cup of hot tea and an afghan thrown over my lap
while I get lost in an author’s world.
I hope you’ll get lost in *my* world and enjoy one of my
books. Here’s a little taste of “Worth the Wait”, from the Falling in Love boxed set, available today.
* * *
Lindsay drew her bottom lip farther between her teeth when
she saw Sam unlock the door to the storeroom. She glanced around the bar, searching
for the other bartender. She didn’t see him, but she could hear what sounded
like dishes being shifted and stacked in the kitchen.
She had no idea how long Sam would be in that storeroom. If
she did something, it had to be now.
Don’t be a wimp, Lindsay.
Go for it.
Lindsay sipped her Coke and took a deep breath. Grabbing her
purse, she rose and strode to the storeroom.
She stepped into a room larger than she’d expected. Long and
wide, shelves sat along all the walls and down the middle, holding boxes of
liquor and glassware. She saw a door straight ahead of her that she assumed led
to the kitchen, or perhaps opened for deliveries. She couldn’t see Sam, but she
could hear bottles rattling.
Laying her purse on top of a case of bourbon, she pushed the
door shut and flipped the deadbolt.
The rattling stopped. “Monte?” Sam called out.
Lindsay leaned back against the door, her hands behind her
for support. “No, it isn’t Monte.”
Several seconds passed before he appeared at the end of the
middle shelves.
Lindsay said nothing and neither did he. She watched his
gaze slowly move over her from head to feet and back again. Her heart pounded
as if she’d done an hour of hard exercise. Sweat formed on her palms while her
mouth became dry. She waited for him to move closer, but he remained still.
The first move had to be hers.
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