Excerpt: Truly Madly Mine
Dani
My hand slipped just as I brought down a bag of flour from the shelf above me. The heavy bag bounced off another shelf and exploded, sending a cloud of flour all over me.
I opened my mouth—to provide a choice curse—only to inhale a breath of flour. A coughing and sneezing fit ensued. When I finally caught me breath, I leaned against the wall with a sigh, not even bothering to deal with the torn bag of flour on the floor.
“Bless you,” a voice said from the doorway.
Fuck my life.
Opening my eyes, I glanced down to see my apron and my hands and arms dusted white. Lifting a hand, I patted my hair, sending a burst of flour into the air again. I only hoped the flour I felt on my face obscured my blush when I lifted my eyes to meet the teasing gaze of Wade Ell
