So, there I was, stranded in a snowstorm,
in the spare bed of a very sexy, injured,
United States Air Force Sergeant
and all I could think about was getting out of there.
He’s out of my league, anyway. Way out of my league.
And I probably seemed like a total idiot screwing everything up
and getting stuck in his driveway.
Who’d want this clutz?
But two days later, we’re having lunch together.
The attraction is magnetic.
It doesn’t take long before this silver fox has me in his bed.
I admit, it’s a welcome change to my makeshift pallet bed
I’ve been sleeping on since running away from my A-hole ex.
Ethan rocks my world hard and fast.
He shows me what true love is.
And what it’s like to have a true lover.
He heals me from my pain.
He picks up the pieces of me and makes me whole again.
Then I find out who he really is.
And he finds out who I really am.
“So, you'll come tomorrow?” Ethan asked, his voice turning less confident. “For the 'Team Thompson-Sullivan Chili Pre-Cookoff Training' Session?”
I loved Ethan's sense of humor. It was such a joy to have a fun, normal conversation with someone without worrying about what he was thinking, or if there was an ulterior motive or some sort of trap I was being led into. I never laughed like this with Dalton. Ever. It made me want to keep laughing—forever and ever.
I didn't realize what I was missing out on with Dalton. And I had nothing to compare it to, either. He was my one and only boyfriend.
“Is that what we’re calling it?” I asked. Ethan shrugged.
“Too long? We can call it whatever you want, as long as you promise to be there.”
Just then, he leaned across the table and I felt his warm hands cup my face. He tilted his head and brought his lips to mine with a soft kiss that lasted all of two seconds but it ignited a fire in my belly that I had not felt before. It felt so natural for him to reach over the table and kiss me. Like we'd been old lovers in another lifetime.
It rendered me speechless and I was once again a puddle on the floor, and this time, I think he noticed.