WeWriWa: When All Thoughts Turn to Romance . . .

For Valentine’s Day, since I can’t give everyone chocolates with gooey centers, I’ve decided on a sweet taste from PRINCE OF HONOR , my paranormal W-I-P:

“I’m going to find us a ride.”

“You’d better find some pants first,” she suggested, the small quirk of her smile his undoing. 

Stiffening when he rolled suddenly to his feet to stand so close their body heat collided like two nova suns, Sylvia drew a breath but didn’t retreat from the light skim of his hand along her jawline.

“Syl.”

The soft stroke of his voice had her taking an abrupt step back from what suddenly flamed between them as she reminded, “About that ride.” 

Thrust back into provider mode, Turow assured, “I’ll take care of it.”

He was bending over, pulling on his jeans when her palms stroked up the curve of his back. He straightened slowly, not turning, letting her step into him, her arms banding his middle, her cheek pressing warm and soft against his shoulder as she sighed, “Thank you, Row.”

He didn’t ask what for, instead, covering her hands with his own, clutching them gently, bringing them up to his lips for a brief kiss before striding to the door. Not daring to look back, because if he saw her standing there so vulnerable, he wouldn’t be able to leave.

Ain’t love grand, even when these two cautious, prideful people can’t admit that’s what’s going on between them? They’d better hurry up and make up their minds. A confrontation is right around the corner that will strain everything they believe in. Enjoy the moment. It may not last . . . just like those chocolates.

Happy Valentine’s Day!! I hope you’re all doing something nice for yourselves! I’m doing my nails-once I finish typing! XOXO

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