Before the holidays, Will drove a tipsy Tonya home. They're at her house and she's unsure if she should invite him in, Today's prompt is New Year. See if you can find it,
The familiar shape of her brick house came into view. Pointing to it with one hand, she directed Will into the right driveway. ‘Here it is. Home sweet home.”
Her hand was on the door handle ready to make a run for it and leave behind the embarrassment of the evening. Her eyes shot to her keys hanging out of the steering column. Well, she’d need those. They disappeared underneath masculine fingers as Will removed the keys and swung his car door open.
What could she do with the man? It would be rude to leave him outside just because there was no way she could add another layer of craziness to her already entangled life. Her car door swung open before she’d formulated a plan. A gentleman. How rare, maybe she should rethink the whole man is too much trouble.
Sebastian’s frenzied barking and the rippling of her window sheers indicated her canine was about to shred the curtains she’d paid too much for her. Ignoring Will’s proffered hand; she vaulted out of the car and scurried to the front door, only to remember she didn’t have the keys.
Will followed at a more leisurely pace unaware that the sheers she’d paid $80 for on clearance were meeting their demise under the anxious nails of her puggle. “It’s okay Sebastian,” she yelled into the crack where the door met the frame. “Mommy’s home.”
He probably thinks I am a nut case talking to my dog. He already thinks I have some drama going on at work. The handsome man hurrying toward her shouldn’t be so appealing to her, but he was.
“Here you go.” Will handed her the keys. “My New Year’s resolution involved not having beautiful women run from me.”
His words distracted and tantalized her. Beautiful, huh, just teasing trying to get a laugh out of her. She forced a chuckle while driving her house key into the lock. Sebastian wiggled through the partially open door to dance between the two of them. At least, she could always count on her pet’s greeting.
A growing puddle near her feet reminded her, the other thing she could always depend on. At least they were on the porch. “Do you want come in until Marc arrives?”
His lips lifted into a wide grin. “Sounds great. I could discover a little bit more about you.”
Her hand rested on a door knob while she fought an urge to pull it shut. A glimpse of her mail stacked on the foyer table along with abandoned shoes would be the first thing he’d see. Great, he’d discover her slob factor.
Holding onto the knob, she forced a smile while blocking his entry. Project sincerity. “Oh, there’s nothing unusual about me. I am boring. Go to church on Sunday. Feed the homeless every second Saturday. I collect pop tabs for the Ronald McDonald house. My life goal is to visit every one of the states in alphabetical order. I am up to Colorado. Had to skip Alaska since it was so far away.”
Will’s laughter bounced off the brick wall and concrete porch. A big, booming sound had an echoing quality. Probably thought she was pulling one over on him.
Her cheeks ached as she kept her fake smile in place. “I’m telling you the truth.” Pain colored her response, but she hoped Will hadn’t noticed.
The familiar shape of her brick house came into view. Pointing to it with one hand, she directed Will into the right driveway. ‘Here it is. Home sweet home.”
Her hand was on the door handle ready to make a run for it and leave behind the embarrassment of the evening. Her eyes shot to her keys hanging out of the steering column. Well, she’d need those. They disappeared underneath masculine fingers as Will removed the keys and swung his car door open.
What could she do with the man? It would be rude to leave him outside just because there was no way she could add another layer of craziness to her already entangled life. Her car door swung open before she’d formulated a plan. A gentleman. How rare, maybe she should rethink the whole man is too much trouble.
Sebastian’s frenzied barking and the rippling of her window sheers indicated her canine was about to shred the curtains she’d paid too much for her. Ignoring Will’s proffered hand; she vaulted out of the car and scurried to the front door, only to remember she didn’t have the keys.
Will followed at a more leisurely pace unaware that the sheers she’d paid $80 for on clearance were meeting their demise under the anxious nails of her puggle. “It’s okay Sebastian,” she yelled into the crack where the door met the frame. “Mommy’s home.”
He probably thinks I am a nut case talking to my dog. He already thinks I have some drama going on at work. The handsome man hurrying toward her shouldn’t be so appealing to her, but he was.
“Here you go.” Will handed her the keys. “My New Year’s resolution involved not having beautiful women run from me.”
His words distracted and tantalized her. Beautiful, huh, just teasing trying to get a laugh out of her. She forced a chuckle while driving her house key into the lock. Sebastian wiggled through the partially open door to dance between the two of them. At least, she could always count on her pet’s greeting.
A growing puddle near her feet reminded her, the other thing she could always depend on. At least they were on the porch. “Do you want come in until Marc arrives?”
His lips lifted into a wide grin. “Sounds great. I could discover a little bit more about you.”
Her hand rested on a door knob while she fought an urge to pull it shut. A glimpse of her mail stacked on the foyer table along with abandoned shoes would be the first thing he’d see. Great, he’d discover her slob factor.
Holding onto the knob, she forced a smile while blocking his entry. Project sincerity. “Oh, there’s nothing unusual about me. I am boring. Go to church on Sunday. Feed the homeless every second Saturday. I collect pop tabs for the Ronald McDonald house. My life goal is to visit every one of the states in alphabetical order. I am up to Colorado. Had to skip Alaska since it was so far away.”
Will’s laughter bounced off the brick wall and concrete porch. A big, booming sound had an echoing quality. Probably thought she was pulling one over on him.
Her cheeks ached as she kept her fake smile in place. “I’m telling you the truth.” Pain colored her response, but she hoped Will hadn’t noticed.
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