Monday, December 26, 2011

Chapter 2 (excerpt)
Every Time I Think of You

He pushed forward a plate of cookies in the shape of Christmas trees with green glaze and sprinkled decorations.

“Trees, with icing.”

Getting the inside reference to our amorous encounter in the woods, I nearly coughed up hot chocolate. Everett took another cookie, dipped it in his mug and ate heartily, his eyes on mine. “Reid,” he whispered, as if savoring the sound of my name.

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