Meet Me in Los Feliz: A Hot Holiday Novella by Kelly Reynolds

Author:Kelly Reynolds [Reynolds, Kelly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2022-10-24T16:00:00+00:00

(Me) Yeah, sounds good.

(Bowie) I watched another Hallmark movie last night. And guess what? The guy turned out to be Santa. Again. LOL

(Me) Haha. Nice.

Then, I’d just stop responding altogether. I knew it was a dick move. And it’s not that I didn’t want to see him or talk to him again. Of course, I did. It wasn’t every day you met a sweet and sexy business owner who’d hold your hair back one minute and make you come like crazy the next. I bet he even owned more than one set of towels…

“Four letter word for ‘cold feet’?” Olive asked.

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to help you.” Riley taunted.

“Whatever,” Olive grumbled. “Four letter word for ‘cold feet’?”

“Fear,” I told her.

“Nora,” Riley said at the same time. I rolled my eyes and pushed Sage even higher.

“I’m not afraid,” I emphasized. “I’m just… realistic”

“Oh, please.”

“Seriously, what’s the point? I’m not looking for a relationship and he shouldn’t be looking for one.”

I had no doubt that Bowie would make one hell of a boyfriend, but he’d also just gotten out of a relationship. While I was okay being someone’s one-night rebound, what I was not okay with was somebody using me to fill a void. I wasn’t anybody’s placeholder. “This was just supposed to be a holiday fling, nothing more. Somebody to cuddle up to during ‘cuffing season’”.

“So, cuddle up to him then. You’ve still got like, two months of cuffing to go.”

“Who do you want to handcuff, Nora?” Sage asked. Riley’s interrogation had distracted me long enough for Sage to dismount the swing and tunnel between my legs.

“Bowie,” Riley told her. Great, that’s exactly what I needed. A six-year-old’s opinion on my love life.

“I love Bowie!” Sage announced, pumping her fists in the air.

“You met Bowie once," I reminded her.

“Bowie paints his nails pretty colors. Merry and bright.” This is what I loved most about kids. While they tended to over-simplify everything, they also had a knack for finding the beauty in most things, including people. Even ginger-bearded, bespectacled Brits who served them tea. “Why do you want to handcuff him, Nora? Has he been bad?”

Riley hid a smile behind her coffee cup. “No, sweetie, it’s just a… thing people say.” I told her. Kids might be a lot smarter than adults gave them credit for, but in no way did I think it’d be appropriate to explain ‘cuffing season’ to a six-year-old.

“It means she likes him,” Riley added, wagging her brows.

“Like, like likes him?”

“Uh huh.”

Sage giggled. “I like liked Bobby B. earlier this year, but that was before he shared his grapes with Amber, and not me. Now, I like like Bobby G.” Oh, to be six again. “Does that mean I should cuff him?”

“No!” I said quickly and loudly. Loud enough for Sage to know that we’d crossed from playful to serious. I squatted beside her and took her hands in mine. “No,” I said again, this time evening out my voice. “Just forget about everything I said, okay?” She nodded.

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