TITLE: Back to Breaux Bridge
GENRE: Romantic Mystery
Marc is stranded in a parking lot with Sierra, who gave him his first kiss right before moving away fifteen years ago.
“So are you,” he teased, bumping his arm playfully against hers.
She bumped him back. Her eyes narrowed and her mouth slid into a sly half-smile. Before he could stop himself—before he could worry about what people would think or if he would change his mind or if it would hurt—Marc leaned in and inched toward her face. She didn’t move, didn’t say anything, so he kept inching until his mouth reached hers.
Her lips were as soft as they looked. He moved his hand up to her face and pressed harder against her mouth. He’d kissed her once before, but that—that goodbye peck that left his heart lurching and swirling with confusion—was nothing like this. This kiss was something entirely new. Confusing, yes, but exciting and overwhelming and a rush of fifty other emotions overpowering him. Her lips parted slightly, when he took her bottom lip in his mouth. She pulled back, and he followed her with another soft kiss before braving to open his eyes and meet hers. He couldn’t read her face at all. Sierra, her every feature typically a megaphone of raw emotion, was blank.
She nodded her head to point behind him. When he turned, Marc spotted an old, green sedan driving toward them from the next entrance gate.
Worst timing ever.
Or maybe the best.