Mina
Around lunch time I decided to take a break and eat something. I was stuck on a specific love scene for my book that had kept my mind thinking about Timber. Lord, that man had my mind so preoccupied. I was coming up on my deadline and needed to get this book finished. Instead I was driving myself crazy thinking about a pair of calloused hands attached to thick tattooed arms and a pair of silver colored eyes.
I was on the porch eating a sandwich when I heard my phone ping with a text message. I picked it up noticing it was from an unknown number but figured I’d better check it just in case it was from my editor. She had a habit of texting me from any phone she could get her hands on. When I opened it, there was a picture of me from Friday night when Timber was holding me on the dance
