Holly Freakin' Hughes by Kelsey Kingsley

Author:Kelsey Kingsley [Kingsley, Kelsey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-07-31T18:30:00+00:00

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“Now, remember to call me after. I need to know everything,” Esther said. She and Liz flanked me as I walked to the van, and I decided they were both way too involved in my life.

“That’s definitely not happening,” I replied, getting into the car.

Liz smiled like a parent sending their baby off to kindergarten. “I’m so happy for you, Holly. This is a good thing. I can feel it.”

Esther stopped me from closing the door. “Speaking of feeling things, tell me—”

“You’re both sick, you know that?” I laughed, trying to hide the jitters I was feeling. “I’ll see you later—or tomorrow?” I grimaced, not knowing where the night was going to take me, and closed the door.

Driving to his house was proving to be a difficult task, and I wondered where confident uninhibited Holly had run off to. I figured it was because I was driving towards something I hadn't had in a long time, not to mention with someone I hardly knew, and—well, what if I had forgotten? What if my skills in the way of between-the-sheets activities had faded with my love for wearing anything but yoga pants and sweatshirts?

My stomach was in thousands of knots and my thoughts weren't helping any. Alcohol would have been welcomed, but I was driving and needed all my senses intact, so tea would have to suffice.

I pulled into Reade’s parking lot, parked Ol' Rusty, and ran inside. I passed Bill with a smile and a wave, not bothering to say anything and risk being pulled into a conversation about the Thanksgiving decorations he was creating at the front counter. I hurried to the café and asked Scott for a large lavender Earl Grey, and then waited impatiently for my order to be filled.

Nervously I checked my phone, played with my hair, and just as I was about to check the little bit of makeup I had slapped on, there was a hand on my back and a kiss on my cheek. Not expecting the interruption, I quickly turned, prepared to attack my assailant, only to find myself face-to-chest with Brandon. And for the first time since meeting him, I wished to God he had been anywhere but there.

"Oh, God, it's you," I said, breathing a sigh of relief as I looked up to his face. He looked a little confused, maybe hurt, by the comment. "Sorry, I thought you were some … pervert or something."

Brandon smiled and leaned against the counter with his arms crossed over his broad chest, the leather of his jacket creaking as he moved. "Well, for you, maybe I could turn into one." I rolled my eyes in response.

Where was that attitude when I needed it?

“Scott, is my drink ready?” I asked, and he held up his pointer finger as he continued to bop his head along to the song blasting through his headphones. My fingers tapped against the barista counter impatiently, when my drumming was interrupted by Brandon’s throat clearing.

“Um, so I wanted to talk to you about something, if you’re not busy.

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