Crazy Sweet Love: Contemporary Romance Novella, Clean Interracial Romantic Comedy (Flower Shop Romance Book 3) by Marisa Logan Page B
Authors: Marisa Logan
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her cover.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Oh, yeah, I can just see it now. 'Hey, Amy, isn't your date the guy Kimmy brought at Easter?' Oh my.”
He laughed as well, then we shared a moment of comfortable silence. He took both of my hands in his, then leaned forward. I met him halfway, letting my lips brush against his just for a moment.
When we parted, I glanced across the parking lot and saw TJ staring at us. I swallowed a lump in my throat, but kept my mouth shut. Considering what the boy had been through lately, I didn't know how he'd react to his dad meeting someone new. Though I figured it would be best to leave that discussion to Tom.
“I'll see you tomorrow night,” Tom said. He squeezed my hands one last time, then turned and left.
I watched him go, then I loaded my cooler, filled now with the leftovers I'd snagged, into the back of my car. I drove back to Mom's house, my thoughts filled with ideas of what tomorrow night would bring.
Chapter 6
I stood in Kimmy's kitchen the next night with a beer in one hand and a tube of mint-green cake decorating gel in the other. “This is stupid,” I said. “He's going to think this is stupid.”
“He won't care,” Allison said. I hadn't met Kimmy's new girlfriend before, but we'd hit it off just fine as soon as I came over. “He's not here for the cake. He's here for you.”
“It should say 'Happy Easter' too,” Kimmy said. She leaned over from her seat on top of the kitchen counter and dragged her finger through the edge of the cake, scooping off some icing.
I smacked her hand away. “Wait until Tom gets here, sheesh!”
I looked down at the cake, where I'd already written “Happy Birthday.” We'd bought the cake twenty minutes ago, and decided that it would be cheaper and more “fun” to decorate it ourselves. So far, it was covered in a mess of candy confetti and bright pink sugar. I'd scrawled on the “Happy Birthday” as best as I could, but I'd run out of space, leaving the “d,” the “a,” and the “y” lopsided and curving around the edge of the cake.
“This looks so lame.”
“Gimme,” Kimmy said, hopping down off the counter as she sucked the icing off her finger. She took the tube of gel and scrawled “Happy Easter” on the cake in her smooth, cursive handwriting.
“Great, that looks even worse,” I said.
“Screw you too, hon!” Kimmy said, smacking my arm.
“I think it looks fine,” Allison said.
“ Sure, her part does,” I said. “But now it makes mine look even lamer.”
The doorbell rang.
“ Oh God.” I smoothed my shirt, then cursed when I realized I'd just smeared green gel all over it. I hadn't had any nice clothes to wear, since I'd only packed for the family gathering, not a date. I'd worn my Steam Powered Giraffe t-shirt, and now there was a big green smear over the co-lead singer Rabbit's face.
“Here, we got this,” Allison said. She led me to the sink and started scrubbing the gel out with a damp paper towel, while Kimmy went to answer the door.
We were still patting my shirt dry when Kimmy led Tom into the kitchen. He was carrying a bottle of wine. “Happy birthday,” he said, handing it to me.
“Aww, thank you,” I said. I gave him a kiss, then turned my attention back to the cake. “As you can see, you arrived right in the middle of our grand decorating fiasco.”
“Well, it looks delicious,” he said. He took the wine bottle back from me and started opening it. “I hope you don't mind if this is something of a double-celebration tonight. I just got some good news.”
“Oh?”
“Yup. My divorce is finally finalized. I just got the papers today.”
“Woohoo!” I said, throwing my hands up in the air. “Now I don't have to deal with the awkward explanations about how I'm dating a married man.”
We all laughed. Kimmy took the decorating gel again and said, “We can squeeze in one more bit of celebration.”
She scrawled “Merry Divorce” across the bottom,
I laughed and shook my head. “Oh, yeah, I can just see it now. 'Hey, Amy, isn't your date the guy Kimmy brought at Easter?' Oh my.”
He laughed as well, then we shared a moment of comfortable silence. He took both of my hands in his, then leaned forward. I met him halfway, letting my lips brush against his just for a moment.
When we parted, I glanced across the parking lot and saw TJ staring at us. I swallowed a lump in my throat, but kept my mouth shut. Considering what the boy had been through lately, I didn't know how he'd react to his dad meeting someone new. Though I figured it would be best to leave that discussion to Tom.
“I'll see you tomorrow night,” Tom said. He squeezed my hands one last time, then turned and left.
I watched him go, then I loaded my cooler, filled now with the leftovers I'd snagged, into the back of my car. I drove back to Mom's house, my thoughts filled with ideas of what tomorrow night would bring.
Chapter 6
I stood in Kimmy's kitchen the next night with a beer in one hand and a tube of mint-green cake decorating gel in the other. “This is stupid,” I said. “He's going to think this is stupid.”
“He won't care,” Allison said. I hadn't met Kimmy's new girlfriend before, but we'd hit it off just fine as soon as I came over. “He's not here for the cake. He's here for you.”
“It should say 'Happy Easter' too,” Kimmy said. She leaned over from her seat on top of the kitchen counter and dragged her finger through the edge of the cake, scooping off some icing.
I smacked her hand away. “Wait until Tom gets here, sheesh!”
I looked down at the cake, where I'd already written “Happy Birthday.” We'd bought the cake twenty minutes ago, and decided that it would be cheaper and more “fun” to decorate it ourselves. So far, it was covered in a mess of candy confetti and bright pink sugar. I'd scrawled on the “Happy Birthday” as best as I could, but I'd run out of space, leaving the “d,” the “a,” and the “y” lopsided and curving around the edge of the cake.
“This looks so lame.”
“Gimme,” Kimmy said, hopping down off the counter as she sucked the icing off her finger. She took the tube of gel and scrawled “Happy Easter” on the cake in her smooth, cursive handwriting.
“Great, that looks even worse,” I said.
“Screw you too, hon!” Kimmy said, smacking my arm.
“I think it looks fine,” Allison said.
“ Sure, her part does,” I said. “But now it makes mine look even lamer.”
The doorbell rang.
“ Oh God.” I smoothed my shirt, then cursed when I realized I'd just smeared green gel all over it. I hadn't had any nice clothes to wear, since I'd only packed for the family gathering, not a date. I'd worn my Steam Powered Giraffe t-shirt, and now there was a big green smear over the co-lead singer Rabbit's face.
“Here, we got this,” Allison said. She led me to the sink and started scrubbing the gel out with a damp paper towel, while Kimmy went to answer the door.
We were still patting my shirt dry when Kimmy led Tom into the kitchen. He was carrying a bottle of wine. “Happy birthday,” he said, handing it to me.
“Aww, thank you,” I said. I gave him a kiss, then turned my attention back to the cake. “As you can see, you arrived right in the middle of our grand decorating fiasco.”
“Well, it looks delicious,” he said. He took the wine bottle back from me and started opening it. “I hope you don't mind if this is something of a double-celebration tonight. I just got some good news.”
“Oh?”
“Yup. My divorce is finally finalized. I just got the papers today.”
“Woohoo!” I said, throwing my hands up in the air. “Now I don't have to deal with the awkward explanations about how I'm dating a married man.”
We all laughed. Kimmy took the decorating gel again and said, “We can squeeze in one more bit of celebration.”
She scrawled “Merry Divorce” across the bottom,
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