Her Southern drawl and perfect blonde hair throws you off. First you think she might be a really uptight biatch, but then she slings an arm around you and acts like she’s known you for ages. I’m not totally sure how she’s BFFs with our other roommate, though. I’ve only met Clem once, but the girl is a glacier. Hello, she rolled her eyes at me when I asked if she liked The Vampire Diaries.
On my way out the door to run a few errands, I pause in front of a mirror to smooth back my long hair. My reflection reminds me of my mother. Everyone tells me I look exactly like her when she was young. I have big green eyes, pale skin, and dark brown hair except for the swaths of pink I dyed last month, and thanks to Victoria’s Secret, I have a few well-placed curves.
Opting to skip any makeup, I grab my jacket and head out.
The train ride is quick, and when I step out into the bright afternoon sun, I have to shield my eyes. As I wait for the light to change so I can cross the street, I find myself staring at a guy trying to get what must be ten pizza boxes through the door of a restaurant a few feet away. I walk over and grab the handle to hold it open. Out of the corner of my eye, I see blonde hair streak across the restaurant a second before I hear the girl giggle.
“Hope you and your friends can handle all this pizza,” she says, all breathy. I don’t know if she’s trying to be sexy or if she’s out of breath from doing the fifty-yard dash to talk to him.
I roll my eyes while I stand there, still opening the door. The guy’s shoulder presses up against the pane of glass, and he laughs.
“I’m sure we can handle it. Thanks, uh—”
“Tamara.”
“Thanks, Tamara.”
Through the glass, I see her wave a piece of paper. “Here, call me if you decide you need an extra mouth for all that… food.” The way she says “mouth” tells me she is not talking about the pizza. Gross.
Her silhouette disappears briefly on the other side of him. His hands are on the tower of pizzas, and I don’t see him reach for the paper, but then his back arches like he’s surprised.
When she steps back, her hands are empty. Okay, I think she just shoved her number into the pocket of this guy’s jeans.
All righty.
He clears his throat. “Yeah, thanks, doll,” he says to the blonde.
When he steps back onto the sidewalk, I get my first good look at him. He’s wearing aviators, so I can’t see his eyes, but the rest of him is all kinds of sexy. Tall and lean. Skin the color of light caramel like he’s been out in the sun. Brownish-blond hair tousled in a devil-may-care kind of way. His biceps, which are corded in muscle, pull at his t-shirt, and I can’t help but stare.
An SUV pulls up behind me, and a guy shouts, “Hurry the hell up, Jax. I’m not going to circle the block again.”
Jax laughs and turns slightly. He finally sees me and tilts his head. He clears his throat again.
“Sorry. I’m being an ass, blocking the doorway.”
I blink.
He smiles down at me, and I think the heavens part because he’s so damn beautiful it hurts to look at him, but before I can get the courage to say something, anything, his friend honks. Jax looks to the SUV and then back to me, smiles again, and walks away.
Ugh! The next time a drop-dead-gorgeous slab of man talks to me, it would be nice to use words.
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Acknowledgments
This book made me miss my home state of Texas so much. If you’re ever in the Hill Country, I hope you’ll check out the lovely lavender farms and support that local industry.
I have several people to thank, and I need to start with my husband for all of the sweet things he's told our daughters over the years. I borrowed a few of his lines, but it's because he's so damn cute. Matt, I really appreciate your epic patience while I write and edit and freak out and do it all over again. Love you and our little home fries.
I got the theme for this book from something my grandmother always said to me. She's in so much of this story, and I wish I could tell her how much she's influenced me. I miss you, abuelita.
To my own big Texas family, and especially my parents, thanks for supporting me through this adventure.
Kimberly Brower, thank you for picking up my first release and seeing something special. You're the best agent ever.
To RJ Locksley for editing all of my books; Lauren Perry for these killer cover photos; Najla Qamber for this divine cover design; Amanda Maria for proofreading; Kylie, Beth and George at Give Me Books for handling my blitz and cover reveal; Jade Eby at Write Assistants for answering all of my Vellum questions and formatting my paperback; and Jena Camp at Indie Girl Blog Tours for helping me get organized with my release—you guys are worth your weight in gold.
Whitney Barbetti, you are my Magic 8 Ball. Whenever I get stuck in a draft, on an edit, in a layout, or in my life, you have an answer. I'm so grateful we met. Thanks for talking me off those ledges.