An excuse to flee… Heart and Soul @KMNbooks #HeartandSoul #8sunday #snippetsunday
Setup for this snippet: WIP from Heart and Soul. This is a snippet from my new 'rock star romance' that I'm working on. It's in the very early stages.
Last week : Maverick somehow knew how she liked to take her tea. Rowan asked him how he knew. She's waiting for his answer.
This is Rowan's POV.
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Rowan waited for Maverick to answer but her question seemed to have stumped him into silence.
How did he know she liked Earl Grey lattes with just a splash of vanilla? There were a million other ways she could have taken her tea. She could have liked herbal tea concoctions or green tea with lemon and honey but no, he had brewed her an Earl Grey latte.
However, before Maverick could formulate an answer, a ginger-haired man, standing at the doorway to what she assumed was the kitchen, called out to him. "I'm going out back to throw out the trash," the ginger-haired man told him. "Do you want me to dump the boxes by the door too?"
Maverick glanced at Rowan with an apologetic shrug, "I need to take care of this," he said and walk away, but Rowan had the oddest feeling he used the excuse as a way to escape. She glanced at her cup a second time but then indulged in the black tea flavored with bergamot, the vanilla flavor sweetening the taste to perfection.
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Last week : Maverick somehow knew how she liked to take her tea. Rowan asked him how he knew. She's waiting for his answer.
This is Rowan's POV.
***
Rowan waited for Maverick to answer but her question seemed to have stumped him into silence.
How did he know she liked Earl Grey lattes with just a splash of vanilla? There were a million other ways she could have taken her tea. She could have liked herbal tea concoctions or green tea with lemon and honey but no, he had brewed her an Earl Grey latte.
However, before Maverick could formulate an answer, a ginger-haired man, standing at the doorway to what she assumed was the kitchen, called out to him. "I'm going out back to throw out the trash," the ginger-haired man told him. "Do you want me to dump the boxes by the door too?"
Maverick glanced at Rowan with an apologetic shrug, "I need to take care of this," he said and walk away, but Rowan had the oddest feeling he used the excuse as a way to escape. She glanced at her cup a second time but then indulged in the black tea flavored with bergamot, the vanilla flavor sweetening the taste to perfection.
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