Here are two short excerpts from Chapter 3 of
The Heart of Alaska
ENJOY!
Charlotte took her bag from Ethan in the doorway of the plane and walked to her row. She put the carry-on in the overhead bin then dropped into her seat. It would be great to have nothing to do but relax. Her eyes closed and she knew that if she didn't force them open soon, she would sleep all the way to Anchorage.
“Howdy neighbor, looks like you’re stuck with me for the next five hours,” she heard coming from across the aisle.
She looked over into the devastating green eyes of the boy she’d loved and hated over the last ten years. This could get interesting. The more they talked, the more she wanted to know everything he had experienced over the last two years. “I think I can manage, if you tell me why you called me Princess.”
"I don't know," he shrugged. “I guess you just have the air of a princess now, and your dad is the king of casinos,” he said warily and gave an exaggerated sigh. "You're just not my little Rich Girl anymore.”
Charli rolled her eyes and grinned. “My dad only runs three casinos you know. And what do you mean I have the air of a Princess?” She still wasn't sure if she should be flattered or insulted by the title.
Ethan could tell she probably wasn't too happy with him. She hadn't much liked the 'Rich Girl' nickname he'd given her either. “Well, you’re beautiful, confident, and rich, what else is there to say?”
Charlotte blushed and smiled as an elderly lady interrupted their banter by moving into the window seat next to Ethan.
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“You have some food on your cheek,” she said softly, reaching up to wipe it away with her napkin. Her fingers lingered and she finally had to force herself to move them away.
“Thanks,” he whispered shakily. So much for her not being able to touch him while they ate. Damn, his cheek burned more now than it had when his mother slapped him. But this burn felt so much better, this burn felt good. He looked at his watch and nearly cursed aloud because they still had nearly three hours left to sit together. He was never going to survive! This girl that he'd met ten years ago, wrote to for eight of those years, and eventually cast aside, was affecting him more than anyone ever had. And he knew she was teasing him on purpose. Two, however, could play that game.
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