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“The bourbon goes into the recipe, Miss Connor, not into you,�� he’d said from directly behind me. He had a way of doing that, catching me in the act. I suppose the number of times I screwed up made me an easy mark.
My spine straightened at the scolding, but my mouth did what it knew best. “Well, that’s just a waste of perfectly good bourbon if you ask me.”
― Jenny Lyn, Bite

“You don’t like my restaurant, Miss Connor?��
“I couldn’t say since the waiting list to get in is six months long.��
One side of his mouth curved up. “This is true.��
His finger lingered, and I tried to swallow the nervous lump in my throat. “I think you can call me by my first name now, seeing as how you’re touching my boob. That puts us a little past formality, don’t you think?”
― Jenny Lyn, Bite

“The truth is I’m a chicken shit coward who’s afraid of a girl like you. When I’m with you, I want things I never thought I’d be able to have, or deserved, and that scares me a little. I’m just a regular guy who works in a bar and you’re this beautiful person who shines brighter than the stars.
I think I just made up some cheesy poetry so I’ll stop while I’m ahead.
If you feel like talking, give me a call.
~D
Sophie sat down on the floor and, through blurry eyes, reread the note so many times she had it memorized.
She was going to do more than give him a call.”
― Jenny Lyn, Clearing the Air