One week until FLIGHT DELAY releases! I am so not ready for it to be May, but here’s another excerpt.

He scooted his chair a little closer. This time when he touched her, he took her hand in his, his fingertips brushing across the top of her hand before curling around until her hand was trapped in both of his.

She wasn’t sure if it was because this was her unrequited love of forever or if it was because it had been such a long time since anyone had touched her with that kind of…promise, but she felt it everywhere. A warmth, a buzzing flowing through her body. A shot of pure arousal. At least a little on purpose on his part.

“You look beautiful tonight.” He said it with such earnestness, his hazel eyes holding her gaze steady. She couldn’t have doubted him if he was a compulsive liar.

“Thanks,” she replied, unable to care that her voice was breathy and unsteady.

“Not that you don’t any other time. You always do.” He frowned, dragging his thumbs along the bumps of her knuckles. “But I like your hair down like this.” This time he looked down at their joined hands. “Or up. Doesn’t matter.” He dropped her hand and let out a mirthless laugh. “Christ, shut me up.”

It was, by far, the cutest thing she’d ever seen. The fact he could be sitting there nervously complimenting her after everything. God, it was enough to make her believe in miracles. “Flirting skills a little rusty, huh?”

He shook his head, leaning back in the folding chair. “Rusty implies I was once any good at this kind of thing, which I wasn’t. I think the only flirting I’ve ever done is when I was fourteen and Sue came up to me and told me to walk her home from school and I said yes.”

“You haven’t honed your skills post-divorce?” Which was about as smooth as his compliments. A completely see-through attempt at finding out if he’d been involved with anyone since leaving California.

“I’ve been pretty busy honing my parenting and business-owning skills. There hasn’t been a lot of time or opportunity for honing anything else. Especially in a town the size of a postage stamp.” He took his plastic cup, which she knew now held soda instead of beer. Because of her. It was embarrassing and sweet and awkward and kind all rolled up into one big thing she didn’t want to think about right now.

“Have you…been honing?”

She bit her lip to keep from grinning. “Ah, no, I’ve been pretty busy scraping my way up from rock bottom.”

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