Page 14 of Naughty Nelle

Brandon gives me an odd look as Kurt pulls the trigger and a loud BOOM! fills the room. I gasp. There’s something about Kurt holding that big gun and looking directly into the camera with those fierce violet eyes that makes my heart ricochet out of my chest every time.

“Are you okay?” asks my companion.

Is it that obvious I’m totally in love with Kurt Kussler? Just like every woman in the world. “Yes,” I pant out and then chomp into my burger to satisfy my carnal craving.

“Have some fries,” he orders after I gulp it down. He holds out the bag.

Without losing eye contact with the TV, I lose my willpower and dig in. God, they’re good. Crispy and lightly salted. Worth every sinful calorie.

The opening credits segue right into the episode. Holy moly! It’s one of my favorites. The one in which Kurt doesn’t know he’s standing right next to The Locust, Alisha’s killer.

Every inch of me clenches while my eyes stay glued to the TV. Oh God! The way he swaggers in those tight jeans! Snarls his lush lips! Smolders his violet eyes! Every word that comes out of Kurt’s mouth sets my body on fire. The suspense is killing me. I gasp when the disguised assassin almost runs him off a cliff. Kurt can’t die! And then toward the end, up comes my favorite scene of all—a flashback to Kurt and Alisha’s nuptials. The perfect church wedding, the beautiful, happy couple surrounded by loved ones. My heart pounds madly. I just hope the sound of the TV drowns it out so Brandon doesn’t hear it. I glance at him. He’s into it as much as I am. I can tell by the intense, unblinking expression on his face. I return my attention to the TV. Thanks to my eidetic memory, I know every line.

The Pastor: “Do you, Kurt Kussler, promise to love and cherish this woman for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

Kurt: “I do, sir. I will love, cherish, and protect her forever.”

Oh my God! The passion in his sultry voice! The love and lust in his eyes!

The pastor asks Alisha the same question. She holds Kurt in her impassioned gaze, whispers her vow, and finally says, “until death do us part.”

I softly say the words with her. Tears well up in my eyes. Knowing the cruel fate that awaits Alisha, her vow gets me every single time. By the time they embrace (oh, what a kiss!), tears are streaming down my cheeks and I’m heaving.

Brandon turns to me. “Jeez Louise. What’s the matter?”

My tear-stained lips are quivering. Words are trapped in my throat. Snot is dripping from my nose. I’m a blubbering mess.

Finally, I get my mouth to move. “It’s so sad. I can’t take it,” I splutter as the show fades to black and the closing credits come on. “He’s going to lose her!”

Brandon turns the TV off and hands me a paper napkin. “Here. Blow your nose.”

I gratefully take the napkin from him and put it to my face. I honk into it.

“Thanks,” I stammer, totally embarrassed.

“It’s just make-believe.”

I sniff. “I know, but still…”

Brandon’s eyes don’t leave mine. “You like my show?”

Duh!“I love it! I love you!” Gah! “I mean, I love Kurt Kussler.”

His brows lift. “Really?”

“Totally,” I say convincingly, moving past my slip-up.

“What makes him appealing?”

He seriously doesn’t know? He must have major brain damage. “Isn’t it obvious?” I ask, my tears subsiding.

He draws in a sharp breath. “With this damn amnesia, nothing’s obvious.”

Obviously. So, I tell him.

“First of all, he’s sexy as sin—”

He cuts me off. “You think I’m sexy—”

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