I don’t know about you, but every time I pop over to social media, I see all sorts of fun stuff about the RT convention in Vegas. Makes me want to escape for a getaway, but, since I can’t . . . books will have to do!
Here’s an excerpt from Diamond in the Rough – enjoy the brief escape into the world of the Diamond J!
Midge called out from the center counter island, “Gina is really good at making invitations. She does custom work!”
Gina spun towards her friend and opened her eyes wide in warning, but it was too late. The cowboy had heard the offer and his face brightened visibly.
“Really? You do that?”
Gina shook her head and waved her friend’s suggestion off. “No, I don’t. I just do them for my friends sometimes.”
He stuck out his right hand and she instinctively reached out with her own. He enveloped her hand in his and shook. “Then, we should be friends. I’m Aidan. Aidan Brackston.”
“Nice to meet you,” she murmured as she stared at their hands. Her hand fit so well into his, and it felt right. Comfortable. Warm. Strains of Sinatra drifted through the speakers, and it took her a moment to remember the name of the song. Never Let Me Go . . . How appropriate.
He prompted, “And you are?”
She blinked rapidly. “Right! Sorry! I’m Gina Montgomery.”
Midge called out again. “She owns this place.”
Aidan continued to hold Gina’s hand. She looked at him and he met her gaze, holding it. Finally, her eyes wandered to his left hand hanging at his side, still clutching the bag of blank cards. No wedding ring. No tan line.
“Just Gina.” Midge continued, “All by herself.”
Gina yanked her hand back as if she’d been bitten. This time, the color raced up her cheeks. She glared at Midge, who casually went back to straightening the baskets of findings lining the counter, sorting all the little metal charms and chains and fasteners, then Gina became acutely aware of how close Aidan stood to her. She took a step backwards and cleared her throat.
Aidan’s eyes danced and the corner of his mouth twitched up. Her cheeks burned under his amused gaze. She nodded towards her friend. “Midge also does invitations. Her prices are reasonable and she does good work. Perhaps she can help you.” She felt so awkward, so stupid. Good looking men always made her feel like a gawky teenager.
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