Northwest Romantic Comedies: Boxed Set Books 1-6 by Lia London

Author:Lia London [London, Lia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-01-17T16:00:00+00:00

“Did I just see McDonald’s wrappers in the back of your car?” Amaya raised an eyebrow.

“Uh … possibly. Sometimes a man wants a simple cheeseburger.”

“Honestly, your taste buds aren’t any more refined than my dog’s.”

“Do you have a dog?”

“That’s not the point,” she countered with a smile. “You don’t even like fancy food, do you?”

Frank’s jaw clenched.

“I bet you hate caviar.”

His lips disappeared between clenched teeth.

“Mmmm. Salty fish eggs on a gourmet cracker. Yum.”

Rolling his eyes, Frank’s face relaxed into a sheepish grin. “Your point?” The elevator door dinged open, and he ushered her out.

“Why do you play the part anymore? Can’t you write the review and still be yourself?”

“I’m still figuring out who that self is, remember? I have to stick with what I know in the interim.”

Amaya felt a pang of pity followed by fear. How could he ever love her if he didn’t accept himself? Why were her assurances not enough? Or had she imagined that he felt something for her in return?

Frank frowned, unsnapping the clasp of his umbrella and pressing the button to extend it telescopically. “Don’t you play a part every time you’re on stage?” They stepped out onto the sidewalk, and he raised the umbrella.

Rather than argue his analogy, Amaya flicked their domed shelter with her fingers. “What self-respecting Oregonian uses an umbrella?”

“Ones who want to stay dry?”

“We’ve all got webbed feet and moss growing on our backs.”

“I don’t think I want to verify that,” said Frank through a suppressed grin.

“All the more reason for me to stay out of that Wonder Woman outfit.” She winked.

He bobbed the umbrella up and down. “Are you saying you’d rather swim the rest of the way?”

“I’m saying …” She sighed. “Can’t we let our guard down this last time and just be who we are?”

“Is it requisite to do that in a way that encourages catching a cold?”

“If you catch pneumonia, I’ll personally nurse you back to health.”

Frank feigned a cough, hiding a grin behind his fist. Amaya gave him a playful shove and then tugged him closer to curl her arm through his. “Your real self is weird and funny. I like it.”

“Perhaps I’m not as comfortable with myself as you are.”

Why couldn’t he just relax and be the man she’d wept with and kissed the other night?

“Your job stinks, Frank.” Amaya grasped his hand where he held the handle and swept the umbrella downward. “Let’s be ourselves for the rest of the commute. Then we can play our parts when we get there.”

The rain spattered Frank’s face, and for a moment, he looked so pitiful that she almost felt sorry for him. He shook the umbrella dry and pulled the lever to collapse it again. “You, the pirate. Me, the man about to get fired.”

“I don’t know. If you click your heels together and stand arched backwards, you might pull off matador.”

“Wonderful. The patrons of the Escondido will assume we’ve come to plunder and stab them all.”

“Escondido is Spanish, isn’t it?” She wiped rain from her eyes and noted with chagrin her blouse was becoming more transparent by the moment.

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