Teaser Tuesday in the Afternoon

        So, I am so behind this week.  Have you ever dropped something, caught it, and then dropped it again?  Yep, that's me this past week.  Of course I'm sure part of it has to do with 2yr old daughter having strep throat, then me getting it two days later, then my husband getting it two days after me.  OMG!  I can't seem to get caught up after the strep throat week from hell.  


        Anyway, *giggle*, sorry my teaser is late today, but better late than never.  It's from my short novella Open House: Pool of Souls, and it's almost finished!  I hope you enjoy.  Be sure to drop by my fantastic critique partner's blog, April London, for her teaser as well.  If you have a teaser to share, please leave it in the comment box so I can enjoys yours as well.  

Thanks.

Happy Reading, Happy Writing

She glanced at him and narrowed her eyes.  How did he seem to know what she was thinking?  He grinned at her.  Damn, he was doing it again.

“I have to go right this minute.  So unless you want to be stranded out here without a car you have to come with me.  Your friend was supposed to drop your truck at my apartment.”

“Right.”  He jumped up, slid into his pants and grabbed his wallet.  “Let’s go.” 

Rebecca stood still, gaping at the beautiful, sculpted man who was going to leave wearing dress pants only –no underwear, no shirt, no shoes, just pants. 

“Rebecca.”

“What?”  She snapped out of her drool-fest and slipped her heels on.  “I’m fine, let’s go.”  Rebecca turned and marched out of the door, turning beet red at his laughter.

Robert chased her to the door.  “Don’t be embarrassed.  I love that you look at me like a slice of heavenly cheesecake.”

“Oh my God, will you stop.”  Rebecca giggled as she hurried down the front steps.  She waited for him at the bottom of the stairs.  He locked the front door and followed her down.

“Where would be the fun in that?”

Rebecca chuckled and slipped into the passenger seat.  Robert closed the door behind her and made his way to the driver’s side.  He was stepping gingerly on the rock driveway.

“Did you need some shoes?”

He grinned and shook his head.  “I have a pair of sandals in my truck and a change of clothes.”

“Aren’t you prepared!” 

“Boy Scout Motto.”  He laughed and turned the car onto the main road from the driveway.

“You are not a boy scout.”

“It’s still their motto.”