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Exclusive Excerpt:
Lawson
pressed the send button to call her. Shit, he hadn’t been this
nervous in years. Wiping the palm of his hand on his khaki shorts, he
waited for what he hoped would be an answer.
“Hello?”
He barely resisted a fist pump when he heard Lee’s voice on the
other end of the call.
“Lee.
How’s my favorite girl?”
“Lawson
Briggs. I’ve heard you call Raine, Laney, and Tate your favorite
girl on several other occasions,” came the smart reply. He could
hear a tinge of amusement in her tone.
Smiling,
he said, “It’s to appease them, clearly. Otherwise, there would
be a riot.” Lowering his voice conspiratorially, he added, “You
know you’re my favorite.” There was a pause, then, “Plus, I
don’t fantasize about them like I do with you when I have private
time with myself.”
He
heard her make a choked sound. “Laws. I don’t even know …”
“What
to say to that? Yeah. It happens to me all the time. No biggie. I get
that you’re overwhelmed with pride at finding out about that little
tidbit, there.”
“Briggs,
is there actually a reason you called me? Besides to basically tell
me you masturbate to fantasies about me?” she asked drily.
“Of
course. I called because I wanted to ask you to be my date to the
wedding.”
“What
wedding?”
He
furrowed his brows in confusion. “Uh, Miller and Tate’s, of
course. How do you not know about that? You work with Miller and
everything.”
There
was silence for a moment.
“Um,
Laws, I don’t really know if—”
“Got
everything covered, Lee. Trust me. All you need to do is agree to be
my date on Saturday and let the ladies come scoop you up to head over
to Mac and Raine’s place at about four o’clock because all of you
lovely ladies will be doing some beautification rituals or whatever.
“Then,
I’ll show up, looking as dapper as can be, you’ll swoon a little
when you see me, beg me to be yours forever, and I’ll play hard to
get and make you work for it. We’ll dance and sing and have a grand
ol’ time and you’ll be in love with me by the end of the night.
Oh, and pack an overnight bag with a change of clothes and bring that
with you. Sound good to you?”
Silence
greeted him on the other end.
“Lee?
You still there?”
With
a sigh, she answered, “I’m still here.”
Taking
a seat on his couch, he leaned his forearms on his knees and softened
his tone before he spoke. “In all seriousness, Lee, it would mean
the world if you agreed to be my date. I just really want to …”
He broke off with a bit of dismayed embarrassment. “I just really
want to be with you, to have you by my side to witness my friends
getting married. I can’t tell you why, but I feel like I really
need you to be there with me.”
She
was quiet for a moment before she finally responded, her tone so
subdued that he found himself nearly straining to hear her. “I’ll
be there.”
“Awesome,”
he said, trying to play it cool.
Once they finished
up the conversation and ended their call, he gave in to the mother of
all fist pumps.
About R.C. Boldt:
RC
Boldt is the wife of Mr. Boldt, a retired Navy Chief, mother of Little
Miss Boldt, and former teacher of many students. She currently lives on
the southeastern coast of North Carolina, enjoys long walks on the
beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you're
in the mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can't recall the lyrics
to a particular 80's song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist
who will do almost anything for a laugh, she's your girl.
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