First, I want to say congratulations to Stephanie! She won my Puffy & Precious giveaway for a $25 gift card! Thank you to everyone who entered!
I’m still celebrating the release of Puffy & Precious! I wanted to make sure you knew how super sweet Graham was. He constantly went above and beyond to help Abby, even canceling a date to help her get ready for a meeting…
Excerpt from Puffy & Precious
A knock on the door startled me. I padded to it, wondering who was there and hoping they wouldn’t stay long. When it swung open, I was momentarily confused when I saw Graham beaming at me. Then I remembered.
We were supposed to be going on a date.
“You forgot, didn’t you?” he asked, his smile slipping.
I sighed. I could lie, but that wouldn’t do either of us any good. I’d learned that the hard way. “I did. I’m sorry. Come in and I’ll get changed.” I looked down at my yoga capris and tank top with the built-in bra that did nothing to support me and crossed my arms. My face heated. “Sorry.”
Graham shook his head, a smile creeping onto his face. “I like this look. Of course I’d rather not share it with anyone else. What were you doing?”
He followed me into the kitchen and saw the mess. “Were you baking?”
I was going to put the flour away but set it down when I realized I’d have to figure out something after our date. I had to have desserts ready for Mayor Ramsey. And a date wasn’t a good reason for not being prepared.
“I was going to. I have a final tasting tomorrow with the mayor.”
“What do you have ready?”
I sighed and shook my head. “Nothing. I worked for Brett yesterday and was slammed today.”
Graham’s eyes narrowed. “Why were you alone with that guy after the way he touched you Monday? I don’t think I like you being around him.”
My eyebrow arched the same time my hands stuck to my hips. “You are not going to tell me what I can and can’t do. I’ve had enough controlling men in my life.”
“And I thought you were done with him.”
“I am done with him, Graham, but if I don’t do what he asks he’ll call the mayor and shred my chances of getting this job.”
Graham took it in. I could see the war in his eyes before he finally sighed. “I get it. I think you should let your baking speak for you, but I get it. What do we need to do?”
“We? No, we have a date.”
“Yeah, and you’ll be distracted all night worrying about tomorrow. I’m not going to put that on you, and I’m not going to have either of us pretend something more important isn’t going on. I started cooking for Travis and me when I was in middle school. Got pretty good at it, too. Put me to work.”
“I’ve never baked with someone else before.”
“You’ve baked with your Grams.”
I smiled that he remembered. “True, but you’re nothing like Grams.”
He laughed. “Well, I hope not. But I can help, Abby. Let me help you.”
“You do that a lot. Help me.”
“I like to help you.”
I tipped my chin up and waited for his lips to meet mine. He didn’t disappoint, his mouth slanting over mine in a kiss of possession. I was his, and he was telling me he was mine, too.
When he pulled back, long before I wanted him to, he kissed my nose and smiled. “How about I order a pizza and then we can get started?” I nodded. “What are we baking first?”
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