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Title: Hangry
Author: Lily Kate
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Hangry:
han·gry adjective informal- bad-tempered or irritable as a result of hunger.
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Exclusive Excerpt:
“Well, that worked out well.” I give
Bradley a smile and wait for the doors to slide open. “That was almost
awkward.”
I wait, and I wait a bit longer. I’m
trying to be patient, but I’d really intended for that last comment to be a
flippant dismissal before I stormed my sequined rear end down the hallway and
far away from Bradley Hamilton.
I reach over, press the door-open
button.
Tap my toes.
Nothing.
“What did you do?” I whirl to face
Bradley. “Why aren’t these doors opening?”
He’s got this odd sort of grimace on
his face that’s torn between mild amusement and frustration. “What did I do? I’m not the one lighting up the
button panel like a Christmas tree.”
“Why aren’t the doors opening?”
He raises a hand, points to the
numbers. “We’re stuck between six and seven, sweetheart.”
I’m stunned. Mostly by his use of
the word sweetheart. He’s only called me that once before, and it was just
before he almost kissed me. A long time ago.
“Stuck? No, we can’t be stuck.”
“Fine,” he agrees. “We’re not stuck,
we’re stalled.”
I glare at the numbers on the
elevator. “But I have to be at work like... twenty minutes ago.”
“Tell them you’ll be late.”
“I’m the boss—I can’t be late.”
“The elevator is stuck. There’s not
much you can do about it.”
I pull out my phone, glance down
reluctantly at the messages to see if there’s a reply from Rick. No reply—and
that’s strange. He should be at the diner by now and calling me frantically to
see why I haven’t arrived.
That’s when I notice the angry red
mark next to the text. A warning exclamation point that tells me the message
never sent in the first place, probably thanks to these stupid cement walls
blocking out all my service. I should’ve known;
I drop calls every time I use the back entrance to our building.
I let out a train of expletives that
doesn’t stop until I’ve used every last one in the book.
“It’s fine,” Bradley says, his voice
even and cool. “We’ll just call for some help. Five minutes, max.”
“Great. Does your phone have
service? Mine doesn’t.”
“Press the call button. That’s what
it’s there for.”
“How’d you find out about this
elevator, anyway?” I ask as my fingers depress the red button.
“Fred. You?”
“Freaking Fred,” I say. “He told me
it was a secret.”
“Fred keeps secrets like a sieve.
Especially when a pretty girl is asking for help.”
“A pretty...oh.” I blush at his implication. Then I press the button a hundred
more times in rapid succession because I can’t meet his eyes.
“Does it help to press it a million
times?” Bradley asks. “Because it looks like it’s not working.”
“It helps with my car and my
computer,” I say through gritted teeth. “Do you have any better ideas?”
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