Twist of Fate (A Holiday Romance Novella) by Rachael Anderson

Author:Rachael Anderson [Anderson, Rachael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Nightmare, romantic comedy, holiday romance, clean romance, sweet romance, love, inspirational romance, humourous romance
Amazon: B00LCLR1NU
Publisher: HEA Publishing
Published: 2014-06-27T04:00:00+00:00

TY CLICKED THE button on his car remote to lock the doors then trudged through the slush toward his apartment complex. Across the way, a silver Hyundai Tucson whipped into the parking lot, skidding to the side before regaining traction and pulling into a nearby slot.

Ty smiled and waited at the door for Kenzie to catch up.

“Oh, good,” she breathed as she rushed past him into the building. “You’re late, too.”

Ty followed. “Late? For what?”

“Didn’t your mom tell you? She invited me over for dinner tonight at six o’clock sharp.” Kenzie glanced at her watch before shoving her mail key into her box and flinging it open. “That was fifteen minutes ago.”

“You mean sixteen.” Ty leaned casually against the wall of mailboxes as he watched her. “But who’s counting?”

“Will you hurry and get your mail so we can go?” Kenzie said, flipping through the few letters she’d received.

“There you go again, telling me what to do.” Still, Ty opened his box and pulled out a few envelopes.

With a hand on his arm, Kenzie leaned over to get a look. “Anything from Madagascar?”

“Nope. Sorry.”

She sighed. “I’m not sure why I keep hoping to hear from him again. But I can’t imagine that a letter dated back in September would be the last one he wrote. I just”—she rested her shoulder against the wall—“really need to hear from him again, you know?”

No, Ty didn’t know. Why would she want to hear from a guy who didn’t know what a good thing he had? Why would she want to marry him? Still, the look on her face made him feel a pang of guilt for keeping the postcard from her.

Ty pocketed an invoice before throwing the rest of his mail in the trash. “I bet dinner’s getting cold,” he said, “which means my mom’s getting frustrated, which means—”

Kenzie gasped and grabbed his arm, pulling him down the hall. “I can’t believe I’m sitting here whining while your mom is waiting on us.”

“Technically, you’re not sitting.”

“You know what I meant.”

Ty smiled as he pushed open his door. He loved it when she got flustered and bit down on her lip like that.

“LouAnn, I’m so sorry. . .” The words died in Kenzie’s mouth, as did the smile on Ty’s face. His formally masculine apartment now looked like the Christmas section of a dollar store.

Twinkling, multi-colored lights outlined his window that was now covered with stick-on, chubby snowmen. Cheap, tinsel garland—the kind he’d helped Kenzie hang in her classroom—lined the back of his couch, the top of his TV, and the top of his kitchen cabinets. Some strange snowflake mobile dangled from the small chandelier above his table. A garish wreath hung on the wall above his couch, decorated with cheap-looking shiny red, blue, green, and gold balls. Matching Christmas balls now filled the apothecary jar that Kenzie had given him as a thank you gift for fixing her computer. Only yesterday it had been half-filled with his favorite candy. Where was that candy now?

“Wow.” Kenzie regained her voice first.

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