Here are eight more from my work in progress, Play Dates. It’s a contemporary romance about a woman whose little niece helps her snag the man of her dreams.
“You’re going to have to tell him,” Melody said, fixed her with a disconcerting stare.
Somehow, Monica always managed to underestimate the amount of steel in her free-spirited sister’s spine. Mel seldom showed that side of her personality. She preferred to go through life as if the whole world were populated with rainbow-colored unicorns. Even in the weekly yoga class they took together, Melody soaked up the plinky new age music and threw herself into the deep breathing exercises and Oms. Monica usually spent most of the relaxation portion of the class figuring out subtle ways to throw a few Pilates moves in to save herself the time of taking another class. It was hard to believe that a woman clad in faded yoga pants, a tie-dyed Peace Frogs T-shirt, and a pair of fuzzy socks she claimed were infused with shea butter or aloe or some such nonsense, kept that stare stashed in her arsenal.
“Can I wait until after?”
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