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Spark Sneak Peek
Nick Gallo will make you SWOON on January 12th!
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“You going to tell me the big secret?” I ask when we get close enough to the fancy-ass hotel she and Jamison were staying at.
“I don’t really want to kill my vibe,” she mutters. “And the information will most certainly do that.”
“Are you going in with me, then?”
She stops moving, curling forward and flattening her body against her legs in some wicked-ass yoga move. “I can’t.”
“Fine, but I need only the basics, babe. Don’t need your entire life story like I’m watching some afterschool special.”
She turns her face toward me, her body still folded like a pretzel. “Only the basics?” she repeats.
I nod. “I need to know what I’m walking into before I walk into it.”
She sighs, straightening her body again and slinking down into the passenger seat. “People are always watching me. My family is kind of well-known. There will probably be ten photographers camped somewhere outside the hotel lobby, waiting for me to show up to snap my picture to make money.”
I rub the back of my neck with one hand, the fingers of my other gripping the steering wheel. “I attract all the crazies,” I mutter into the windshield.
“I’m not crazy, Nick. You’ll see.”
I move my gaze across the road in front of me, taking in the endless row of restaurants and hotels lining the street. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to park down the street, you’re going to give me your room keycard, and you’ll wait in the truck.”
“But…”
“You want your photo taken?”
She shakes her head and crosses her arms over her chest. “No.”
“I’ll get your shit and get out. No one knows or cares who I am. You’ll be far enough away, no one will see you. No Jo. No photos.”
Even though I’m not looking at her, I can feel her eyes on me. “And if he’s there?”
“He bigger than me?” I ask her.
“No.”
“Is he known for fighting with men instead of women?”
“No.”
“You think he’ll swing at me?” I ask, not caring if he does because everything she has said about him tells me I can take him with one hand.
She tips her head back and laughs. “I’m pretty sure he’ll shit his pants.”
I smile and turn my face to glance her way as we sit at a red light less than a mile away from the hotel. “Then we’re good. If he’s there, I’ll grab your shit and he’ll stay quiet, and if not, I’ll make him quiet.”
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“You going to tell me the big secret?” I ask when we get close enough to the fancy-ass hotel she and Jamison were staying at.
“I don’t really want to kill my vibe,” she mutters. “And the information will most certainly do that.”
“Are you going in with me, then?”
She stops moving, curling forward and flattening her body against her legs in some wicked-ass yoga move. “I can’t.”
“Fine, but I need only the basics, babe. Don’t need your entire life story like I’m watching some afterschool special.”
She turns her face toward me, her body still folded like a pretzel. “Only the basics?” she repeats.
I nod. “I need to know what I’m walking into before I walk into it.”
She sighs, straightening her body again and slinking down into the passenger seat. “People are always watching me. My family is kind of well-known. There will probably be ten photographers camped somewhere outside the hotel lobby, waiting for me to show up to snap my picture to make money.”
I rub the back of my neck with one hand, the fingers of my other gripping the steering wheel. “I attract all the crazies,” I mutter into the windshield.
“I’m not crazy, Nick. You’ll see.”
I move my gaze across the road in front of me, taking in the endless row of restaurants and hotels lining the street. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to park down the street, you’re going to give me your room keycard, and you’ll wait in the truck.”
“But…”
“You want your photo taken?”
She shakes her head and crosses her arms over her chest. “No.”
“I’ll get your shit and get out. No one knows or cares who I am. You’ll be far enough away, no one will see you. No Jo. No photos.”
Even though I’m not looking at her, I can feel her eyes on me. “And if he’s there?”
“He bigger than me?” I ask her.
“No.”
“Is he known for fighting with men instead of women?”
“No.”
“You think he’ll swing at me?” I ask, not caring if he does because everything she has said about him tells me I can take him with one hand.
She tips her head back and laughs. “I’m pretty sure he’ll shit his pants.”
I smile and turn my face to glance her way as we sit at a red light less than a mile away from the hotel. “Then we’re good. If he’s there, I’ll grab your shit and he’ll stay quiet, and if not, I’ll make him quiet.”
