Page 92 of Forbidden Harmony

He laughed and heat pooled in her belly.God, she loved Preacher’s laugh.

“What are you making?” he said.

“A scarf for Kira for Christmas,” she said.“I like giving my friends homemade gifts.”

“You still making the bracelets?” His gazedropped to the six colourful bracelets she had around her wrist.

“No, not really. That was kind of a phase Iwas going through,” she said.

“Oh. I saw you give Lucas a couple,” hesaid.

“I have a bunch left over.” She reachedinto her knitting bag and pulled out the handful that were in the bottom ofit. “I made a lot while I was stressed out about wedding stuff. I have somany of them floating around now. I try and tie bracelets around friends’wrists when they’re not looking.”

He laughed again. “Yeah, I noticed that alot of your friends have more than one.”

She studied the single bracelet around hiswrist. “Would you, um, like another one?”

“Doesn’t matter. If you have extra you’re tryingto get rid of, yeah, sure, I’ll wear another one.”

She spread the bracelets out on her leg. “Pickwhichever one you want.”

He studied them before picking up a grey andgreen one and a black and white one. “Which one do you like better?”

“You can have both,” she said.

She tied them around his wrist for him,just above the blue one. He picked up a third one. “You care if I take thisone too?”

“Go ahead.” She knew the surprise wasshowing on her face. Preacher had picked out a pink one.

“Guys wear pink now, you know,” he saidwith a cute little grin.

She laughed. “I know. I just didn’t knowyouwore pink.”

“All the time, Sunshine,” he said. “I havea dozen pink shirts.”

“Of course you do.” She tied the braceletaround his wrist with the others. The pink one was an exact match to one ofthe bracelets she had around her wrist and it gave her a totally stupid thrill.

This isn’t middle school, Addie.Wearing a matching bracelet with Preacher doesn’t make you boyfriend andgirlfriend.

Oh my God, she was acting like a twelve-year-oldwith her first crush. If Preacher knew what she was thinking, she’d be mortified.

“Thanks,” Preacher said.

“You’re welcome.” She stuffed the rest ofthe bracelets back into her knitting bag, found the show and hit play, beforepicking up her needles again. She didn’t know why Preacher was hanging out withher, but she had to admit it was nice not to spend another evening alone.

Chapter Twenty-One

“Did you want to watch another episode?”Addison said.

Preacher glanced at the clock. It wasalmost ten and while he wasn’t the least bit tired, he couldn’t sit next toAddison for another episode without doing something dumb like resting his hand onher leg or pulling her into his lap, or maybe fucking her on the couch.

“It’s getting late,” he said.

“Right, of course,” she said. “Sorry, Ibecome a bit of a night owl during the summer, but I forget that other peoplehave to get up for work.”

He shrugged. “Shop doesn’t open until eleven.”

“Right,” she repeated. She stuffed herknitting into the bag and turned off the TV. “Well, thanks for hanging outwith me tonight. It was fun.”

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