Still working on my battle of the sexes story, Full Court Press. In this scene, my heroine is being wooed by a man who knows just what buttons to push to make a sporty girl fall in love.
Clutching her Tea Rex mug, Kate yanked open her front door and stared bleary-eyed at the “Come back after basketball season” doormat her sister had given her for Christmas. Her newspaper seemed to be missing, but there was an oversized shoe box centered just over the hoop printed on the sisal. She glanced from left to right, making sure no one was lurking in the shrubs waiting to snap a picture of her bending over in the nineties-era gym shorts and faded T-shirt she liked to call pajamas.
She curled the mug close to her chest and squatted, reaching out with one finger to flip the lid on the box. Breath caught in her lungs and she blinked in surprise. She had to blink, the shoes nestled in the folds of tissue paper were a swirl the most outlandishly obnoxious neon colors. The damn things were so bright mere humans would need a pinhole projector to view them properly, but she loved them on sight.
“Come to me, my pretties,” she whispered, setting her tea aside to draw the box closer.
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