Happy Friday! That’s about all I can say today, because I didn’t write my flash this week. Why? Well, I tend to write it the night before, because, well, I just do. lol But this week has been a little crazy anyway and it’s been hard to find the time. Hurricane Irma has made me very busy preparing. It’s really difficult to prepare with no definite answer whether it’ll hit us or not, but we are prepared for the worst. (We’re in Orlando, in case you’re wondering.) Add in the fact I got hit with a nasty cold, I’ve been slightly miserable these past few days! I just wanna nap and sleep and curl up under the blankets. haha
So sorry there’s no flash this week. But to make it up, here’s a short excerpt from Deserving You, which releases October 20, 2017. Enjoy!
And if you’re in Florida, please stay safe!
Deserving You ~ Excerpt
“Are you okay?”
She glanced at him, the knife freezing in her hand. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Austin said you almost hit a deer. Are you sure you’re not hurt? The car hit the ditch.” Emmett wanted to wrap her in his arms. Her facial expression didn’t bode well that she’d be receptive to that kind of gesture. So he didn’t move a muscle.
“I’m fine. Not a scratch on me.” She handed him a plate, the large piece of pie on it.
He followed her to the table and took a seat across from her. “Doesn’t mean you didn’t get hurt.”
Her knuckles turned white, as if she were exerting too much pressure holding the fork. “I said I was fine, E-man.”
“How did your appointment go? Did you hit the deer before or after? I hope you weren’t late.”
His hand paused, the fork dangling in front of his mouth as her face became ashy-white. Tears started to form in the corner of her eyes. He had never seen her look so vulnerable. “Deja…what did I say? What—”
“I didn’t hit the deer.” Her face became hard as the water in her eyes disappeared.
“You’re avoiding my original question. Does that mean your appointment didn’t go well? Where did you go?”
She stood up so fast from the table she knocked her chair over. “I think it’s time you leave, E-man. I don’t want to talk about it. I won’t be put on an interrogation.” She grabbed her plate, her pie barely touched, and tossed it into the sink.
Standing up, not one bite of his pie consumed, he couldn’t make his feet work. He didn’t want to leave. He wanted to pull her into his arms and soothe her torment away. Why did she almost cry? Never, not once, had he ever seen tears in her eyes.
“It’s okay to talk sometimes. It’s okay to let someone else in. You don’t have to be strong and tough all the time, Deja. We’re friends. I’m here for you. For anything. I wasn’t interrogating you. I was trying to be your friend. You have no idea how much I want to pull you into my arms and hug you. You look like you need a hug so badly.” He sighed, knowing that was probably the dumbest thing he ever said to her. “I know you’re not gonna budge, though, and more than likely, find that trusty tire iron of yours. So I’ll leave. See you tomorrow.”
He walked out of the kitchen before he went against his word and yanked her into his arms anyway. He had talked to her back the entire time. She was effectively shielding herself from him, not even letting him read her eyes. Did she know how well he could read her? How well he could see the pain she tried so hard to conceal?
He grabbed the door handle.
His body froze as his name rolled off her tongue with such delicate softness. She hadn’t uttered his real name in months. He wanted to hear it again.
“I could really use that hug.”