Sneak Peak: Olive Juice

Here is a sneak peak inside the pages of Wild Abandon. Enjoy!

His eyes are fixed on mine, staring, searching, digging, claiming something. I can’t break the contact. I just find myself lost in this powerful expression on his face. His eyes turn a darker green. I suddenly don’t have a taste for Guinness or whiskey. My mouth is dry. The
only thing that can relieve my thirst is a long drink of olive

And, suddenly, the spell is broken.

Nate jumps back, his body moving away, but his face is ripe with confusion. “Did you just tell me you loved me?”

Did I just tell him that?

“No! I said, olive juice.” I close my eyes in embarrassment, and when I open them, he’s still looking at me with this what-the-fuck expression, so I explain, “Your eyes. They remind me of olives, and I was just thinking about how I’d like a martini right now. I guess I spoke it out loud.”

He is looking from side to side, clearly trying to figure out if I’m telling the truth or if I’m a stage-five clinger.

“Olive juice. When you mouth it, it looks like you’re saying, I love you. And I do not, by the way, in case you were wondering.”

Again, Nate is just staring.

“All right. So, I’m going to go home now.” I stand, grab my purse, and hold out my hand. “Nate, it was a pleasure hanging out with you tonight.”

He awkwardly takes my hand and shakes it. His mouth is turned up on the side, and those damn eyes twinkle in a mischievous way.

I turn on my heel and start walking to the door. “Okay then, good night.”
“Crystal,” he calls.

I turn around to face him again. 

“See you around.”

I nod and walk out the door, and I keep walking until I am at the corner and slap my palm to my forehead.

Olive juice?