Welcome to #midweektease and this week's teaser is from Christmas
MM romance 'Make a Wish'
The
day before, Dylan West might have been hopeful for a positive outcome of the
interview, now, as he rode the elevator to the human resources department on
the top floor of the store, he wasn’t so sure. His car breaking down was
surprising. He had no idea what could be wrong with it. His luck with job
seeking wore him down. Dylan didn’t usually give in to flights of fancy, but
into his mind crept the thought. Maybe
it’s an omen. The only bright spot was Nick Kringle. Dylan smiled as he
considered the hot guy’s name. Must be
Scandinavian—he looked like a Nordic god. What would it be like to have his
muscled body rammed against mine? Hell,
he was attractive, so hot. How old would he be? Thirty, maybe, like me.
The
elevator car doors opened. He stepped out and walked along the corridor to the
double swing doors at the end. Dylan checked his look in the reflection that
mirrored him as he put a hand on the chrome handle of the tinted glass. Even
blurred, he looked what he felt, uncomfortable in the wet gray suit,
downtrodden, and he’d forgotten to straighten his tie. He did that as he walked
into the large office.
The
receptionist greeted him. “How can I help you, sir?” She looked him up and
down.
Her
obvious disapproval at his appearance wasn’t wasted on Dylan. He pulled at the
jacket, trying to unstick it, and his best blue shirt, from his body. The
Nordic god was right. His jacket was saturated.
“Dylan
West for Rachel Carter. I have an appointment…” He tried to look over the
counter at the tablet computer on her desk.
She
glanced down at the list displayed there, and then obviously having found him
on it, she raised her eyes to his face. “Yes, Mr. West, take a seat. Ms. Carter
will be ready for you in a few moments.”
Dylan
looked around for somewhere to sit. His gaze alighted on a row of armchairs. He
stared at the brocade, cushioned seats. They wouldn’t respond well to soaking
up his dampness. He perched on the end of one.
No
sooner had he sat than a young man strode from an unseen door, and stood in
front of him.
“Come
this way, Mr. West.”
Dylan
rose and followed the young man through a wide, empty office into a large room.
In the middle of the room was a big, oval boardroom table, and two people sat
at one end of it—a stern, thin-faced man and a woman in an impeccable blue
suit.
The
young man indicated a chair. “Please sit down, Mr. West.”
Dylan
sank slowly onto the dark leather seat.
****
Across
town, Nick Kringle ran into a toy store shielding a long flat box from the
sleet inside his leather jacket. He sought out the recipient and then took off
into the growing darkness. A few packages remained in the trunk of his SUV. He
searched among them swiftly, reading the names and addresses looking for Dylan
West. Nothing … maybe tomorrow … but this
evening he’s going to be back with his broken-down car trying to get it towed
or fixed. It won’t hurt to be passing by… Nick finished his deliveries,
zigzagging across the city, thinking about the luscious guy in the dove-gray
suit, made darker with rain.
He
edged into the stream of traffic heading to the main business district where
the advertised late-night shopping was in full swing. The car that Dylan West
had abandoned stood exactly where Nick last saw it. He pulled his SUV in behind
it.
Nick
gazed out of the windscreen. The night sparkled. He breathed in the freezing
atmosphere. Rushing people, tires swishing, multi-colored fairy lights
sprinkled across the city like jewels. This was his favorite time of year. A
time when anything could happen, and in his experience, usually did.
Copyright E.D.Parr Evernight Publishing
Can wishes come true? You bet—especially if Nick Kringle has anything to do with it.
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Someone's having a bad day. Hope it improves.
ReplyDeletePoor Dylan. I just love this scene. Will Nick fix things or not? Hmm... Great teaser.
ReplyDeleteLove that last line. I hope Dylan's day improves :-)
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