My Mega Midlife Mix-Up by Isla Wilde EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Isla Wilde
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- Genre: Two-Hour Romance Short Reads
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ANJELINA
Have you ever wanted to punch someone so badly you could basically
feel the zing of the flesh-to-flesh contact and the scrape of their teeth
against your knuckles, even though your hands are safely folded
together, resting on the counter in front of you?
No? Just me?
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“I know you have a board, sir. I see it right behind you.”
I keep my hands folded in case the urge to strike this guy finally gets the
better of me. Because I really think it might.
Never mind that the teeth I’d be knocking out are essentially perfect.
And double-never mind that they’re framed with nice, full, insanely
glossy (but in a manly way) lips.
And triple-never mind that they’re part of a very pretty (still in a manly
way) face.
“See?” I release my hands from their resting place and point to the little
room behind him. “It’s the same board you wouldn’t let me have last time I
came here too.” I furrow my brow, frustration winding through my face.
“I just want to do SUP yoga in the lagoon on a Saturday morning with
the rest of those ladies.” I jerk my head toward the water, where about
seven other women seem to have rented paddle boards from this guy with
no problems. “Why are you giving me such a hard time about this?”
Now, listen. I’m not exactly one for confrontation, especially right when
I’m about to get my zen on. Am I smart-alecky and competitive?
Absolutely. But not confrontational unless I’m pushed to my brink.
And I’m just about at my brink.
Here’s what’s up:
The first time I attempted to rent a board from his stand, this guy and
his pretty lips told me they were sold out, so I slunk away, disappointed in
myself for sleeping in an extra fifteen minutes and not getting there earlier,
like I’d planned. But then, as I plopped my buns on the sand surrounding
the lagoon, convinced I really just wanted to watch one class from the
sidelines anyway, a woman’s loud laugh caught my attention. When I
looked over and saw a redheaded siren thanking the same guy who just told
me they were out of boards—as she paid him and then walked away from
the stand holding one!—my blood started boiling.
Did I get up and march right on back to the board stand to throw a fit
and demand I get a board too? I should have, but nope. I just sat and
watched as Redheaded Rita (her name really is Rita, and she’s an absolute
gem) paddled out to become the eighth lady in the SUP yoga class. Then I
bought myself a consolation smoothie that cost upwards of twelve bucks,
did a few stretches on my condo’s lanai later, and called it good.
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