Page 9 of Chasing Lyric
I can’t move.
I can’t think.
All I can do is stare.
I’m being ridiculous, and I know it.
And I’m sure I look like something from some weird comedy movie—a woman holding onto a goat outside the front of a florist shop.Yeah, there’s got to be a punchline in there somewhere.
His eyes wander up and down my body, his Adam’s apple bobbing, until his gaze shifts to Doughnut and his eyebrows crease. “Hey, I, ahh… think I know that goat.”
Chapter Three
LYRIC
His voice is deep, husky, and thick like honey. I’m entirely lost in it, caught up in its smooth velvety tone. That is, until he clears his throat, and it computes what he’s actually said.
My eyes widen. “Oh… you do? That’ssogood to hear. She hopped into my truck yesterday in Naples, ate all my damn roses, then, of course, we were short for the Art Festival and I had to use store flowers to top up. The customers were unhappy because we had nothing in stock, but what can you do? I mean, I told them a goat ate my roses, and they were all like…yeah, whatever, lady. Then I took Doughnut home—”
“Wait, did you say Doughnut?”
I exhale. Thank goodness he interrupted my rambling because I am like a madwoman who won’t shut up. Show me a hot guy, and I turn into a pre-pubescent teenage girl.
Get a grip, Lyri!
“Yeah, it’s what her name tag says.”
His soft lips stretch upward, but it doesn’t quite reach his stunning eyes. The way such a simple gesture lightens his entire face has me weak at the knees.
It’s gorgeous—he’s gorgeous.
Am I drooling?I casually wipe my mouth in case I am.
“Does it faint?”
“Huh?” His eyes,oh God, they’re stunning.
He smirks. “The goat? Does it faint?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Pull your shit together, Lyri. You do not need to hum at him.
He walks over to Doughnut, and she instantly cuddles into his side as if she knows him. “How did you get all the way over here, little Doughnut? They’re going to be beside themselves.”
My ears prick up, breaking me from my trance. “They?”
He nods. “His owners.”
I jerk back, a little confused. “Wait! What? She is a he?”
He chuckles. “I know the name’s confusing. The owners are a little…interesting.” He tilts his head and laughs. “Seems Doughnut chose the right person to run away with.”
I raise my brow. “You saying I’m interesting?”
“I’m saying Doughnut is picky. If he chose you, there’s a reason.”
I purse my lips, then frown. “Well, he chose my truck… but that’s mainly because it had a ton of roses in it. Seems hunger overrode everything else.”
