Letter Late Than Never, a second-chance small-town romance from Lauren Connolly, is now available in Kindle Unlimited!
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Excerpt
“Did I hear what I think I did?”
At Sebastian’s question, I turn to spy the paramedic wearing an alarmingly delighted grin.
“You publish makeup videos? Online?”
I’ve never been particularly secretive about my hobby. But I also don’t advertise. Ever since my grandmother showed me the basics, I’ve been fascinated by makeup and all the beautiful things it can do to an ordinary face like mine.
“You heard right.” I narrow my eyes, daring him to mock me. “But it’s just for fun. I turn the comments off, so I don’t get any trolls harassing me.”
Please don’t be a living, breathing troll, I silently beg.
High school Sebastian would never have made fun of me. Not in any hurtful way at least. But the man could have changed.
It’s disconcerting to realize I don’t truly know Sebastian Kirkwood anymore. We’re not friends. Haven’t been in years.
Which is entirely my fault.
A box full of frogs shares the blame, but let’s not get into that right now.
“And it’s how-to kinda stuff?” he asks.
As far as I can tell, there’s no mockery in his voice.
“Yes—”
“It’s more than that.” Mrs. Keen talks over me, wiggling to sit higher in her bed. “Sometimes, she does these wild, lovely designs. Why, I remember one time, Gwen colored clouds on her cheeks and rainbows across her eyelids. I’ve never seen something so clever in my life!”
“Let me introduce you to my biggest fan.” I give Sebastian a sheepish smile as I gesture to Agnes.
“Can I watch them?” he asks.
For a moment, all possible answers escape me. Why would he want to sit for a half hour, watching me apply cosmetics to my face? Maybe he’s just curious? And he probably doesn’t realize how long the videos are.
“Okay. Sure. I mean, anyone can.”
The paramedic is already pulling out his phone, swiping across the screen, and finally handing it to me. “Can you pull it up? I’ll bookmark it and watch later.”
With him standing close to my side, watching over my shoulder as I navigate to my video channel, I try to remember if I styled the back of my hair after my shower. The short strands sometimes stick up in a weird cowlick if I don’t tame them into submission before leaving the house.
When I reach the website, I hesitate for a moment, deciding which video to bring up for him. Then, inspiration strikes, and I bite down on my lower lip to keep from chuckling. A couple of months ago, I did a bubblegum-inspired look. All shades of pink.
Perfect.
The second after I click the link, an incoming call notification blurs half the screen. The name of the caller douses my happy buzz in dirty mop water, and I get the sudden urge to find the closest hiding space.
“Here.” I pass his phone back, doing my best to form a smile. “Elaine’s calling. Shouldn’t let your fiancée go to voice mail.”
And I shouldn’t let myself forget there is a fiancée.
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REVIEW TO BE POSTED MAY 23 2023!
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