October 5 /1 Day:

“You really don’t like my cousin, do you?” she asked.

*

Longing, strong and sharp, welled up in her chest.

*

“I’ll kiss to that,” Leo said a second before grazing his lips over hers again. And again.

 

October 4 / 2 days:

“You remember what happened the last time we had pizza?”

She did. Very clearly.

*

He kissed her with a desperation that made her ache.

 

October 3 / 3 days:

Real life happened with a lot more grit and a lot less happy involved.

*

“A walk up?” she asked.

“What gave it away? The stairs?” He lifted an amused eyebrow.

 

October 2 / 4 days:

The scenery blurred as Leo whipped through the air like a rag doll.

*

“Wow. Dinner theater in Los Angeles? Who knew?”

 

October 1 / 5 days:

Her small inhale set him on fire, but he didn’t rush into anything.

*

He bent close to her ear, his hat tapping the side of her head. “What would make you happy?”

 

September 30 / 6 days:

“Now we wait for the cops to come to the rescue and hope they get here before a killer.”

*

“You are Bride-of-Frankenstein scary, girl,” she mumbled.

 

September 29 / 7 days:

A sharp turn came up and the wheel barely responded.

*

He smiled against her lips before going in for more.

 

September 28 / 8 days:

The four most dreaded words in the English language. We need to talk. Nothing good ever came from those words.

*

“You cannot and will not tell me what to do, asshole.”

 

September 25 / 11 days:

A baby… Someone to love and cherish for the rest of her life.

*

“Oh, God.” Pregnant. This was not how she envisioned this moment.

 

September 24 / 12 days:

“I wish she wasn’t dead either.”

*

He needed to find a way to get his hands on that money.

September 23 / 13 days:

Meow. The softest little sound he’d ever heard. Meow. 

*

“I know your secret.”

 

September 22 / 14 days:

The high-pitched shriek woke Leo Frost with the finesse of a jackhammer.

*

The coyote turned on him, a low growl rumbling in his throat.