Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Lucy:
Nice legs? Really?
Harris:
Legs. Boobs. Ass. Don’t know, hard to choose. Brown hair, freckles.
Lucy:
Ha ha, now you’re describing me.
Harris:
Guilty.
Harris:
So what about you? Your turn.
Lucy:
Strong arms. The kind that look like they could pick me up without breaking a sweat.
Harris:
Oh, so you mean My arms. I’ll scribble that in my diary.
Lucy:
I also love a nice ass, so we have that in common.
Harris:
Remind me to do more squats.
Lucy:
I don’t think you need to. Your ass is fine.
Harris:
Aww, you say the sweetest things when you’re not being prickly!
Lucy:
LOL That’s how I flirt. What else are you attracted to?
Harris:
Confidence, the kind that sneaks up on you. Like, at first, you don’t notice it then suddenly it’s all you can think about. A woman who’s sure of herself. Not insecure. Can’t date someone who doesn’t trust me, either.
Harris:
A great laugh. The kind that’s loud and a little out of control. You know, the kind that makes other people start laughing too.
Lucy:
That’s ODDLY specific.
Harris:
It’s true. What about you? What’s something oddly specific that you’re into?
Lucy:
A good voice. Not necessarily deep, but maybe? The kind of voice that could give you an orgasm hearing it over the phone.
Harris:
Jeez, you keep describing Me.
Lucy:
You do have a deep voice, I will give you that. It’s not terrible.
Harris:
I’ll take it. What else?
Lucy:
Strong hands.
Harris:
Oh? And what would you want those strong hands to do?
Lucy:
I meant for practical things, like carrying groceries or opening jars.
Harris:
Ugh, The most boring use for hands.
Lucy:
LOL. I can’t stop picturing you in Santa pajamas and a Terry Crews hoodie.
Harris:
Well. If you want to come over for a first-hand look, I’ll go unlock the door.
Lucy:
Why don’t you send me a selfie, instead?
Harris:
Incoming. Try not to fall in love with me.
Lucy:
Oh my God. You weren’t kidding about the pajamas.
Harris:
Told you. Both festive And functional.
Lucy:
Functional? How?
Harris:
They’re warm. And they make a statement.
Lucy:
The statement being “I’m ridiculous”
Harris:
No, the statement being “I know how to rock Christmas spirit year-round” so get on my level.
Lucy:
I take it that’s your favorite holiday?
Harris:
Yeah, hands down.
Lucy:
What do you like about it?
Harris:
Uh, Everything! Lights, trees, lights, being home, seeing my family. I have twin sisters and between them have seven nieces and nephews. It’s fuckin awesome. You?
Lucy:
Well, I’m an only child, so no nieces and nephews, though I do love the holiday. Ice skating on the lake, bonfires on the lake, tree lighting ceremony . . . My parents leave the day after Christmas for a cruise. It sucks being alone but I’ve gotten used to it.
Harris:
I’ve done cruises over the holidays. Not Christmas, but New Year’s. Total blast.
Lucy:
Yeah, my parents love it.
Harris:
But not you?
Lucy:
No, no, I do. I’d rather be home, though, where it’s cold and snowy. I love sitting on the couch and watching cheesy movies. But that’s me every night of the year, ha ha.
Harris:
This cabin I’m in has an old VCR. I’ll probably put a tape in tomorrow night. You’re welcome to join me.
Lucy:
What would the dress code for this be?
Harris:
Clothes optional.
Harris:
Kidding! Pajamas, obviously . . .
Lucy:
Would you be feeding me?
Harris:
I’d be nibbling on your toes. Does that count?
Lucy:
No!
Harris:
Darn. I was excited for a second . . .
Lucy:
Fine. What time?
Harris:
Are you serious?
Lucy:
Don’t make me change my mind.
Harris:
No, no! I’m pleasantly surprised.
Lucy:
I figured someone has to see these pajamas in person. Plus, I need to make sure you’re not lying about the VCR.
Harris:
Oh, it’s very real.
Lucy:
Be advised: If I see one spider, I’m leaving.
Harris:
Noted. I’ll make it spider-free. Anything else I should prepare?
Lucy:
Popcorn. Pizza. Hot chocolate.
Harris:
Anything for my first official pajama party guest.
Lucy:
This is a party now?
Harris:
You can wear a bag if you want to.
Chapter 8
Harris
I spend the day nervously planning for my date with Lucy.
Planning.
Working out.
The day starts with me bailing on yoga. No way am I going to keep my cool twisted into baby poses with my mind spinning about Lucy coming over tonight.
So I plan some more.
By planning, I mean I race around the small town for hot chocolate and popcorn like a chicken with my head cut off. And even though I’ve only been here a few days, I clean the cabin to ensure there are no spiders in sight.
Yeah.
Productive stuff, I know.
Then, as if I’m not already losing my damn mind, I decide to join the team for one of those bonding activities in the lodge. You know, the kind where someone says, “This will bring us closer together,” but really it highlights how much we all secretly want to strangle each other.
Today’s activity? Would You Rather.
“Would you rather share a hotel room with Coach for an entire season or have him move into your house for a month?”
That gets everyone groaning.
“Do we actually have to talk to him in either scenario?” Elijah asks. “’Cause if so, I’m picking hotel room. At least I can leave during the day and I’m not a prisoner in my own damn house.”
“You think you’d survive him snoring all night?” a lineman named Smith shoots back. “I’ve heard he sounds like a chain saw.”