Her question makes me realize I haven’t had a chance to tell her about what happened yesterday. God, was that really only yesterday? It’s been the strangest week, with time alternately dragging and flying. I barely know if I’m coming or going anymore, and I’ve only had these odd new work hours for five days. I’ll be a basket case by Christmas.
My gaze sweeps around the diner to make sure Hugh hasn’t arrived and no one’s paying attention to us. I lean forward and Bridget copies the motion. As briefly as possible, I fill her in on my run-in with ‘Santa’ yesterday and how I blurted out my Christmas wish. I omit the fact said wish was prompted in part by my envy of Bridget’s life. I tell her how I officially met Hugh and found out Santa is a hot young guy instead of the old man I’d initially assumed. “Now I feel weird around him. We cleared the air last night at the bar, but when he dropped me off, we had a…I wouldn’t call it a moment, but close enough.”
I expect her to ask me to elaborate, but she probably thinks we’re running out of time before Hugh arrives. Instead, she nods and says, “So now you’re all awkward penguin.”
I scoff. I don’t remember the origin of the term ‘awkward penguin’, but it’s been one of our many inside jokes for years. When I start to like a guy—whether it’s a new attraction or a sudden crush on someone I’ve known for awhile—I have a tendency to become awkward. I try not to let it happen, but I can’t seem to control it. “Doesn’t apply in this case, Bridge. I only go awkward penguin on guys I have a crush on. I don’t even know Hugh.”
“Well, let’s change that, shall we?” Hugh says from behind me.
Oh god. Kill me now. How much of our conversation did he hear? And why didn’t Bridget shush me? A quick look at my best friend shows her eyes wide with shock. Ahh, of course. Despite me telling her Santa is in fact an attractive young-ish guy, she probably wasn’t expecting the hot Scot behind me. I bet he has that effect on a lot of people, especially the first time they see him out of costume.
Something about Hugh makes Ivy want to let her guard down and open up, which would be perfect if he wasn't possibly returning to Scotland in a matter of weeks. But maybe that doesn’t matter. Maybe Ivy can learn to live in the moment and have a little fun, even if it means setting herself up for heartache later.
ONLY YOU is a standalone contemporary romance about taking chances, unexpected friendships, and holding on to the things—and people—that matter most.
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About the Author
Marie Landry’s life revolves around books; when she’s not writing them, she’s reading them, taking pictures of them for bookstagram, or blogging about them. An avid reader from a young age, she loves getting lost in characters’ worlds, whether they’re of her own making or someone else’s. She particularly loves coming-of-age stories with as much of an emphasis on self-discovery as on romance...but don’t leave out the romance!
When not doing bookish things, Marie can be found daydreaming (in general, but often about traveling through Europe), binge-watching shows on Netflix, and taking photographs. She lives in a cozy apartment in Ontario, Canada with the best roommate ever, and only sometimes imagines it’s actually a flat in London.
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