Thanks to everyone who has been stopping by to read the snippets from my romantic comedy/mystery, I Do. . .or Die. I appreciate your compliments on the heroine, Shelby, and Detective Ryan Nichols, the man who will help her change her non-committal ways--one of these days.
Here's a scene right after someone shoots at Shelby, while she's in Ryan's car, and he's trying to keep her protected:
"I don't think they followed us, but the shot came from back there," Detective Nichols said, half to himself, twisting in the seat while keeping his body lowered over mine.
"I can’t really see."
My face was embarrassingly close to a certain portion of his anatomy. A part that was well worth investigating, but this wasn’t really the time, or the place. Although I was definitely developing an interest.
And it was clear that his interest was well, um, it was developing too.