Tuesday Teaser: Waiting for a Girl Like You by Gina Conkle
An excerpt from Waiting for a Girl Like You…2 stories in 1 book by Gina Conkle
This is AJ and Jennifer in Anything But Safe, the 2nd story in Waiting for a Girl Like You
Her profile was pretty. Waning sun crowned her with gold, touching the line of her nose, her full lips parted with unsaid words. If he read her right, her exhale was an admission of defeat or disappointment. He wasn’t an expert at women, but his mom and a string of girlfriends taught him times like these a man needed to shut up and listen. Not fix things. Not solve problems. Just listen.
“So what about these cross roads of yours?”
Her head tilted one degree at him. “You really want to listen to me?”
“Because we’re practically strangers and we both live in the same town.” She shuddered. “It’d be embarrassing. I couldn’t walk by you and pretend you didn’t know.”
He chuckled, kicking a rock across the graveled lot. “Didn’t stop you from pretending I didn’t exist before.”
She blushed. “That…well, yes.”
He grinned at her fluster. He was a mechanic, living in jeans, T-shirts, and steel toe work boots. Maybe he shaved twice a week and despite daily showers, grime clung to him. His mother raised him right. He had good manners, but his rough edges showed.
“I could’ve said hello too.” He chuckled again scrubbing a hand over his buzz cut. “Now I know why you were a scared rabbit when we crossed paths. Sounds like you’ve had a rough year.”
Jennifer’s face angled with gentle inspection. Her gaze touched his skin, lingering this time on his pecs under his white T-shirt. She was a doe coming in closer, getting a better lay of the land and he was a patient hunter.
Tucking loose hair behind an ear, she was calmer. “That’s nice of you. You’re a good man, AJ.”
A breeze played with the ruffle on her dress. Twilight turned the skies deeper shades of blue and purple. Crickets sawed their first notes, night was coming. Waiting on a tow truck, his butt planted on a Volvo hood was the last thing he expected to happen, but he’d cool his jets. Jennifer didn’t need a man hitting on her.
“My offer’s still good.” He paused to let that sink in. “What’s been hardest on you?”
“Hardest…” She let the word trail. “The loneliness. You’re solo at parties. There’s no one to slow dance with at weddings…just you by yourself. And forget spontaneous dinners out, unless you want to eat alone.” Brown eyes slanted at him. “And no sex.”
His gut clenched.
She laughed self-consciously. “You probably don’t know what to say to that, but you did ask.”
“So I did,” he said, boot heels digging into gravel. There were a hundred things he wanted to say. Ninety-nine of them would get his face slapped.”
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