Exclusive Excerpt from Lost in the Florist
by Riley Long & Marie Cole
During the ten minutes it took Emmett to get the flowers out of the truck, he kept glancing at the front door, expecting the person inside to be watching him and laughing, but there wasn’t anyone. Thank God. Once he freed the gorgeous beast, he walked over the walkway that crossed the front of the cabin and up a steep set of wooden stairs. There was a little patio set on the front porch to his right as he stepped in front of the front door and rang the bell. He held the bouquet in front of him as he waited for the door to swing open. He sighed as he waited. He’d hate to leave the bouquet outside but he was going to have to if no one was home. He turned, setting his back to the front door, and scanned the area. There weren’t any other cars. There wasn’t any noise aside from some birds chirping and the wind blowing through the trees. He glanced up through the tree canopy and snorted. Rain. Right. He glanced away again as the canopy moved and a beam of sun hit him in the eye.
There was a sound of metal behind him and he turned around. It was like one of those moments on daytime TV: all in slow motion. Jax Barrett was standing in the doorway. His floppy “grab-me-while-we-kiss” chestnut hair sliced across his forehead accentuating his thick eyebrows that were balanced by the scruffy five o’clock shadow. His lips … lord, his lips. They just naturally look slightly puckered: kiss-me-lips. Emmett wanted to admire the rest of Jax, but his gaze was locked on Jax’s mesmerizing light sapphire colored eyes that seemed to bore directly into his soul, taking his breath away.
“Emmett,” he said, his cocky grin spreading wider as he reached one arm over his head and held onto the door, like a flirty guy offering himself up. Which was crazy, because this was Jax, and Jax was straight.