I give up! Especially since it is time for a snippet based on the #1lineWed theme of **SURRENDER**. Sadly, I didn’t have that word or words pertaining to it that I could find doing a search of my current WIP. So, being all creative because…gosh, I’m a writer, doncha know!?!…I wrote a snippet that very nicely finished out the scene I was working on yesterday, and also played very nicely with the next scene to come in the storyline. 😉 You’ll have to wait until Tucker’s book comes out next year to find out who surrendered first. *bwahaha*

In this scene, Tucker has taken Zoe out to dinner at The Rutledge, a fancy restaurant located in a historic home. I hope you enjoy…
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They sat in a little nook with windows overlooking the back gardens and Zoe imagined what it might have been like when this was a house—with a family, and her as the…what? Matriarch? That word put her too much in mind of Etta Smithee and she shivered. Leave it to Tucker to notice.

“Are you cold?” Before she could respond, he had his sport coat off and draped over her shoulders. The material carried both his body heat and his scent—a cologne that reminded her sea spray and sand and blue skies.

Dinner…happened. All of it a blur. The jacket fell away at some point but she was still surrounded by all things Tucker and she simply surrendered to the magnetic pull he exuded. Emotions she’d stuffed deep inside roiled to the surface and Zoe had to press her lips together to keep from blurting out her feelings. She wanted him. She wanted to be with him. Skin to skin. Heart to heart. If she were a poet, she’d write about their souls soaring into the heavens, joined by a love so eternal that one would not exist without the other.
Then she burst out laughing. She was such a romantic fool. Tucker wasn’t her soul mate. He was just a guy who was mostly nice to a girl down on her luck. He didn’t feel her feelings, didn’t look at her like she was his only hope of breathing. Except sometimes he did, when no one was looking, when shadows danced over his face. She’d glance up, usually with Nash in her arms, and she’d catch him watching them both, his expression a mix of hunger, longing, tenderness, and sorrow—like she and the baby were something he wanted but was convinced he’d never have.

Without thinking, she reached out and touched his cheek. “What are we doin’, Tucker?”

“I don’t have a flipping clue, angel, but I’m willing to find out. Are you?”

The truth was there on his face. He wanted her in his bed. He didn’t have to say it out loud. She’d told herself over and over that hooking up with another man was a bad idea but she couldn’t help herself. Didn’t want to, in fact, when it came to this man.

Zoe surrendered to her own yearning. “Yeah,” she murmured. “I do believe I am.”
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