Skinny Bitch in Love by Kim Barnouin

Author:Kim Barnouin
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3
Tags: Romance, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
ISBN: 147670886X
Publisher: Gallery Books
Published: 2013-06-01T00:00:00+00:00

“Damn, you look good,” was the first thing Zach said to me.

Yeah, I did. Tiny, tight, sort of shiny very dark purple dress and flip-flops, since Zach said we were eating on the beach.

Carrying a picnic basket, he led the way outside, his beagle, Charlie, scampering after us. Zach spread a blanket halfway to the water, then sat across from me. I couldn’t stop staring at his face, even though I tried to look everywhere else: the gorgeous blue ocean, the boats I could see shimmering in the distance. A dog chasing after a Frisbee. Two little kids working on a lopsided sand castle.

“I made your portobello mushroom burgers,” he said, handing me one on a plastic plate. “Which also has to do with the good news I’ve been wanting to tell you. For a week,” he added, play kicking my foot.

“Sorry about that,” I said. “I do like good news.”

He set out plates of pasta salad and a bowl of red grapes. “My chef thumbs-upped your recipes. They’ll be on the Silver Steer menu on opening night.”

“Excellent,” I said. “That is good news.”

He poured us glasses of wine, then held up his to clink mine. “Maybe you’ll actually eat there now.”

“Maybe I will.”

“I realized something while you were avoiding me,” he said, taking a bite of the burger. “That I missed you. Everything about you.”

“Everything?”

He nodded slowly, staring at me. “Except that little cupcake on your arm. Because that wasn’t there last time I saw you.”

“Just got it today. I have another one. Somewhere you can’t see right now.”

“Shoulder blade?” he asked, leaning over and past me to look at my back. He slid a finger inside the armhole and peeked inside.

“Not there.”

“Tailbone?” he asked, playing with the hem of my dress.

“Nope.”

“Mmm, maybe on your neck.” He came closer and lifted up my hair in one fist. He kissed my neck, then my lips. “Maybe I’ll find out where when we finish eating and go inside.”

“Maybe,” I said, barely hanging on to my usual composure. I wanted this guy. Right here on the beach.

He stayed next to me, his leg leaning against mine as we ate our burgers and pasta salad and grapes and drank our wine. We smiled as a tiny old man, who Zach told me was a regular on this stretch, jogged so slowly at the water’s edge that it was like he wasn’t moving at all. Charlie gnawed on a biscuit on the edge of our blanket. The sun was setting, casting a red-pink glow on the horizon. I could stay there all night.

“I brought dessert,” I told him, reaching into my bag for my box of chocolate chip cookies.

“Skinny Bitch Bakes,” he said, reading the label. “I like saying that.”

I handed him a cookie. “I just started a new baking arm of my business. I have clients all over Santa Monica.”

“So you weren’t kidding about being busy,” he said. “Wow, this is good. It reminds me of my grandmother’s cookies, and that’s the highest compliment I could give.

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