Better
by
Carey Heywood
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Release Date: February 17, 2014
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~ Synopsis ~
Aubrey is embarking on a bucket list trip around the world, the last wish of her Aunt Ally. It was supposed to be the trip Ally would take when she got better. Now it's just a chance for Aubrey to say goodbye.
Adam escapes in his solo trips overseas, working just enough to fund the next one. When the opportunity to circle the globe falls in his lap he can't refuse. The only catch, he won't be traveling alone this time.
Unable to hide from each other Adam's overprotective nature thwarts Aubrey's desire to find her own way. Can they move past initial assumptions to find something better?
Adam escapes in his solo trips overseas, working just enough to fund the next one. When the opportunity to circle the globe falls in his lap he can't refuse. The only catch, he won't be traveling alone this time.
Unable to hide from each other Adam's overprotective nature thwarts Aubrey's desire to find her own way. Can they move past initial assumptions to find something better?
~ Excerpt ~
“What are you doing in here?" I stammer.
He’s on his knees by the bed, reaching under. "This bed is a
trundle. There's no way I'm sleeping on that sofa."
"But I'm sleeping in here," I argue.
I watch as he pulls the trundle out. It's smaller, maybe twin
sized.
"Yes, and I'm sleeping here." He makes a wide sweep with
his hands over the smaller bed.
I remember how awkward it felt, sleeping so near him the night
before. At least the trundle is low to the ground. My mouth drops as he
depresses a lever and raises it to the same height as my bed, and the way it's
made, we'll be face to face with maybe an inch separating his bed from mine.
I gulp.
He turns to look at me. "Um, I was going to get
changed."
"Oh, don’t mind me."
"Out," I order him.
His eyes travel lazily down me, and I shiver. His mouth twitches
before he turns to leave, closing the door behind him. I hurry over to it and
lock it, sagging against it. I had been looking forward to a night away from
him. I quickly change, unlock the “door, and climb into bed. I hear the door
open and shuffle further under the covers.
When I wake the next morning, I'm facing him. Wiping sleep from my
eyes, I watch him. He's shirtless, his sheet draping low across his hips. I
lick my lips, mesmerized by the rise and fall of his chest. I quietly slip out
of bed and out of the room, taking my clothes for the day with me. I need
distance. I can't stay in that room any longer. It smells like him, a mixture
of Irish Spring, his cologne, and something just him.
I shower and get dressed. I'm in the kitchen, rummaging through
the cabinets for something to snack on when he walks out. He's still shirtless.
Why can't he put on a shirt?
"Hungry?" he asks, scratching the back of his head.
"A bit," I admit.
"Give me a minute. I saw a bakery close by."
"Okay."
He walks back into the room and shuts the door. A couple minutes
later, he walks back out, now in jeans and a vintage looking M*A*S*H t-shirt.
"Nice shirt."
He laughs. "It was my dad's."
"You're wearing hand me downs," I joke.
"Just trying to live the green life."
I don’t give him the satisfaction of a chuckle even though that
was funny as I follow him out of the flat.
"What about Abe?"
"He can get his own breakfast," he says, grabbing a set
of keys that are hanging on a hook by the door. I give him a look.
"Don't worry. I'll bring him something back." He holds
the door open for me. I tuck my hair behind my ear and hurry down the stairs. I
wait for him at the bottom, not sure which direction to go. He comes up beside
me, tilting his head to the right. We turn together and walk.
"I saw you."
"Excuse me?" I stop.”
He's now a step ahead of me. He looks back at me.
"I saw you watching me this morning."
"I wasn’t," I stammer, looking away.
"If you say so," he says as he continues to walk.
I follow him but stay a step behind on purpose. I can't believe he
saw me.”
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~ About the Author ~
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author. I make up stuff and write it down. Here are some things that make up who I am, in no particular order; Books, Swedish Fish, Rivers, Kids (I have some), Husband (I have 1), Dog, Wuss, Reader, Elephants, Mermaid Shows, Belgian Chocolate, Plastic Rings, Fizzy Water, Abs (I don't have them...well yes, I have them but they're nothing to look at I meant Abs that I like to look at), Twitter (@careylolo), Making up Words, Chair Dancing, Old Movies, Cartoons, Belgian Waffles, Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream, People, Kayaks, Screen Porches, Laughing, Colored Paperclips, Junky Green Laptop, Golden Rule, Falling in Love, Jumping in Puddles, Spellcheck, Windy Days.
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