Here's excerpt #1. And excerpt #2. And excerpt #3. And excerpt #4.
The weeks
preceding the Grammys had been comfortable, so Beth wasn’t tense around him
anymore…no more so than she’d ever been since age fourteen. Spending the day with him was fine. It was the not-knowing what scheme he had up
his sleeve that was the problem. She
didn’t like surprises. They tended to
not go well.
Ready to leave,
they headed for the garage, where she saw an unfamiliar car. “New?”
“A rental.”
“Why do you need
an SUV?”
“One, the
paparazzi don’t know it, and two, I’m not tellin’.”
“Are we going
off-roading?”
“Nope.”
“How far away is
our destination?”
“You’ll see.”
“Jacob…”
“Patience, love. I
promise today will be fun.” He opened
her door and helped her up. “I could
blindfold you if you intend to be difficult.”
“Very funny. No.”
He winked, shut
the door, and ran ‘round to his side.
The windows were tinted as dark as legal in CA, making it harder for any
paparazzi lurking outside the gate to identify them, and Beth hoped they
wouldn’t be followed. Jacob found his
way to the 10 Freeway and pointed the SUV east.
With a comfy
leather seat and warm cabin, she drifted off.
Pressure in her
ears woke her up. She yawned. Why would…altitude? The SUV was moving up a grade.
“Good morning
again,” he said.
“Where are
we?” Unzipping her purse, she dug for
gum.
“Almost there.”
“How long was I
out?” Never could give a straight answer
to a question…
“’Bout an hour.”
She popped a stick
in her mouth, then glanced out the window.
Snow lined the road. “The
mountains? Jacob, neither of us is wearing snow gear.”
“Don’t worry about
it.”
“So you plan to
stay in the car all day and drive around?”
“Nope.”
“Why can’t you
answer questions like a normal person?”
“When have you
ever called me ‘normal’?” he replied with a grin.
She might hit
him. She wanted to hit him. A nice sock on the bicep, right within
reach. He did this shtick on purpose to
annoy her and it worked every time. “You’re not nearly as amusing as you think
you are, bud.”
“Aww, that
hurts.” He turned off the main road.
“Where are we
going?”
“Patience, love.”
I cannot wait to read the last of Elizabeth and Jacob. I know I am acting like Elizabeth, I need patience.
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