Chapter 15 Teaser

Here's a little taste for y'all....

He leaned against the door to his car, smoking and staring at the ocean. The top was down and the radio played an old crackling jazz ballad that I recognized but couldn’t finger. He was in those dark cuffed jeans again and a plain white tee having lost the dress shirt from this morning. He smiled while patting the back of his gelled hair as he heard my steps across the blacktop, and turned to open the door. I felt like Peggy Sue heading to the malt shop.

He started the engine and turned over his shoulder to back out. As soon as his eyes brushed across me I flushed and clutched my notebook to my chest. I imagined my skirt to have a poodle and my sandals as saddle shoes. I wondered if we’d drive out to the point and neck. The heat rose in my body again as I thought about myself in the backseat with him and I cleared my throat thinking of something safe to say.

“Where are we going?” That was safe enough.

“Lover’s Point.”

Okay, maybe not.