My Accidental Holidate by Nari Knox EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Nari Knox
- Language: English
- Formats: PDF / EPUB
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- Genre: Contemporary Short Stories, 90-Minute Romance Short Reads
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I didn’t answer the phone on the first ring. I was expecting it, but also
secretly wished it wouldn’t come. The one that told me my boyfriend of three
weeks had forgotten about the date. I decided we weren’t compatible and
wanted to end things with him, but it seemed cruel to do it so close to
Now that Valentine’s Day is here… well, I wish I ripped that bandage off
before. I let the call roll to voicemail and finish entering the day’s numbers
for Scribble & Scribe, the stationary store my parents thought I was crazy to
open, into the computer.
I sigh when the phone starts to ring again, knowing Mike won’t give up, I
“Hi,” I plaster on a grin trying to sound somewhat happy.
“Hey, made reservations for eight. I’ll pick you up in twenty,” Mike says
and disconnects the call. He never asks, just assumes.
“Yeah, okay. I’ll head home and get ready,” I say to the room, rolling my
eyes and adding this to the mental list of reasons for dumping him. With that,
I grab my tote to lock up the shop and head home to my cozy apartment just
down the street and get ready. That means wearing my red dress, shoes that
hurt but are sexy as hell and totally worth it, and a clutch instead of my tote.
Mike might be a complete asshat, but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to
look smokin’ hot tonight.
True to his word, he honks the horn of his fancy new car exactly twenty
minutes later and I walk out the door to greet him. I just want to get through
tonight. I don’t want to be the girl who dumps her boyfriend on the most
romantic day of the year.
As we walk into Oak Paradise, local steakhouse, Mike slips his cold
clammy hand into mine. It’s everything I can do not to pull away from his
grasp. Instead, I focus on the surroundings. Admiring the large selection of
wines and warm atmosphere. I’m actually surprised that he remembered I
wanted to come here, I didn’t think he was listening when I mentioned it.
Maybe he isn’t so bad after all.
I’ll just play nice tonight and see if this Valentine’s Day meal turns things
around. I frown slightly as the host ushers us to our table, thinking over our
dates. He does control every aspect of our time together. And is considerably
egotistical. Everything’s on my schedule and time, and I’m tired of dropping
what I’m doing —things I love like reading— to do what he wants.
But still, I could be over thinking it and he’s just dedicated to his job.
A young waiter smiles in passing and Mike snags his sleeve, not caring
that the waiter was clearly on his way to do something.
“We’ll have the chicken dish for two, and bring a bottle of house red.” He
flutters his fingers dismissively before looking at me.
I try to rearrange my face after grimacing at his treatment of the waitstaff.
Yet another tick in the “cons” column.
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