Knot My Type (All Access, #1)

by Evie Mitchell

One didn't generally wake up expecting to experience a best day. Save for weddings and births, best days weren't planned affairs. They just occurred, falling into your lap like little blessings sent from the gods.

I'd experienced these kinds of dips my whole life. Ennui. Listlessness. The words all meant the same thing—I needed a change. That was the problem with being me, I bored easily.

Her pink hair and blue eyes reminded me of the cotton candy I used to buy at the annual fair. The colors had me wondering if the taste of her promised to be as sweet on my tongue.

"You okay there, rainbow?" I asked, crouching beside her, unable to keep from running fingers through her soft hair. "Frankie," she said softly, her eyes closed. "My name is Frankie. Rainbow is a stupid nickname." I grinned. "But it suits you."

"Does this freak you out?" I asked softly. "No. I'm just sorry the pain takes up space in your body joy should fill."

"But," she called over her shoulder as she moved to the bathroom. "If you stay for dinner and finish the podcast episode, I might say yes to letting you be my boyfriend." She sent me a grin. "You've got a deal."

"Ah." He knit his hands together, pressing his index fingers to his lips. "I see. You mistook my, I-want-to-rip-your-dress-from-your-body tone for a you're-wearing-the-wrong-thing tone."

"Do you like raptors?" "Absolutely," I confirmed. "What's your favorite thing about them?" She frowned thinking for a long moment then brightening. "Their teamwork. They hunt in packs and would rip you apart as a family." I slapped my mouth shut, desperately trying to smother the hysterical laughter caught in my throat.

"Marry me, Frankie. Let's tie this relationship up. Let's make this permanent." She let out a startled, strangled laugh. "Oh, God. But I burnt dinner." "I know." I grinned. "That's why God created takeout menus."