Title: Taking Control (Kerr Chronicles #2)
Author: Jen Frederick
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: September 2, 2014
“What are we making?”
“Pasta and shrimp cooked in lemon and white wine sauce. Why don’t you go over and get some bread? Maybe sourdough rolls, and I’ll meet you at the seafood place.” She points down a ways.
I kiss her again and leave to do her bidding. Inside the bakery, I find dozens of different loaves of bread and rolls. On the advice of a helpful clerk, I buy something called a Tuscan log sourdough, which is shaped like a log roll with short, stubby branches. I figure what we don’t eat, we can use to feed the ducks this weekend in Connecticut. Although I don’t know that we have ducks up there. I might have to buy some.
When I catch up with her at the seafood counter, there’s a man—make that an asshole—chatting her up. He has an arm braced against the glass case, and his eyes are taking off her clothes piece by piece
“Hey, Ian,” she says when I approach.
“Hi, bunny.” I put my hand on her neck and kiss her on the forehead. I need to get a ring on this woman right away. “Are you having problems deciding which fish to buy?”
He smirks. “Just making conversation.”
I run my tongue over my teeth wondering how mad Tiny would be if I punched this guy out. Pretty mad, I guess, so I lean down and kiss her again—only this time on the lips. Hard.
She rolls her eyes. “I’m waiting for our shrimp.”
The guy still doesn’t leave. He hovers, like a stupid dumb cow, on my right as if Tiny is just going to peel away from me and give him her number.
“Check out is over there,” I gesture toward the registers.
“I’m not ready,” he says, confused.
“Oh you are.” I stare at him steadily, and he’s not as dumb as I thought because he finally walks away.
“A pound of prawns.” A tatted, bald-headed man offers Tiny a white parchment-wrapped package. “Where’s the guy who wanted the scallops?” He looks around.
“We’ll take those too,” Tiny says hastily.
We pay, and she waits until we’re in the hallway before questioning me.
“You looked like you were going to punch that guy out.”
“Nah,” I lie.
“Then why is the bread loaf crushed in your hand?”
I look down and the Tuscan log is indeed bent in half as if a sharp wind has sheared off part of the limb. “Looked like it was too soft. Just testing out the wheat-to-oat ratio.”
“Seriously? That is what you are going with?” She laughs. “You know you sound like a caveman.”
“That’s advanced evolution. I thought for sure I wasn’t much past the Neanderthal stage.”
“Ape,” she teases.
“Knuckle dragging when it comes to you, bunny.” I wrap an arm around her waist and usher her into the bakery to buy a loaf of bread.
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Jen Frederick lives with her husband, child, and one rambunctious dog. She's been reading stories all her life but never imagined writing one of her own. Jen loves to hear from readers so drop her a line at email@example.com.
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