The Great Pick Up Line
Three Little Words. Take it away Jenny!
They’d reached the front desk, and Bennett turned his attention from her to the woman behind it.
“Good evening, ma’am.”
That was followed by an exchange about the weather that went on way longer than it would have in New York. Gia bit back a laugh, listening to Bennett’s drawl deepen as he flirted with . . . Gia glanced at the woman’s name tag. Oh my God, her name was actually Reese.
This was totally the beginning of a rom-com. Freak hailstorm brings handsome stranger to the front desk of a roadside hotel. Reese probably had something tethering her to this town—an ailing parent, an unpaid debt that had been run up by her loser ex-husband. Something keeping her here, in need of rescuing.
“Good thing you pulled off here,” Reese said. “You gotta go a long way down 95 before you hit any more hotels.”
Reese was cute as a button, too. She didn’t look like her Hollywood counterpart, but she was clearly a southern belle, with her perfectly coiffed honey-brown hair and her frosty pink lipstick. She was wearing a uniform, but Gia was having no trouble picturing her in a debutante gown. She probably had a tiara behind the desk for when she clocked out.
“Stopping here was a smart move,” Reese went on, clearly trying to flatter Bennett.
Gia waited for Bennett to inform Reese that the idea to stop had actually been hers, but he just flashed Reese a
thousand-watt smile and said, “Well, ma’am, given this here hail, we are certainly hoping there’s a room at the inn.”
“Two rooms,” Gia said automatically, which caused Reese’s smile to sharpen.
“Actually,” Reese said to Bennett, stretching the word out on her tongue, “it’s not ma’am. It’s miss.” Then she looked between him and Gia like she was trying to make sense of their relationship.
Join the club, Reese.
Gia’s legs started feeling jumpy again, like they had in the car, but this time, instead of wanting to get off the highway, they wanted . . . to move her over so she was standing closer to Bennett? What the hell? And it was all she could do to prevent her hand from joining the party, from floating up and settling on his forearm.
Anyway, it didn’t matter. No need for her to piss on her territory, because Bennett didn’t do casual. He might
charm the pants off Reese, but only metaphorically. Reese was no threat.
No. Wait. That wasn’t why it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter because there was nothing between Gia and Bennett. God.
Bennett paused, taking in the “ma’am/miss” correction, which anyone could tell was meant to telegraph to Bennett
that Reese was single. And probably also taking in the fact that Gia was kind of invading his personal space. He cleared his throat awkwardly, almost guiltily, which was ridiculous. There was no law against flirting— Bennett was eminently flirt-with-able, and he owed Gia nothing.
“Right. Miss,” he said to Reese, in a tone that Gia had trouble reading. In the movie, this would be the part where
he turned up the wattage on the grin, leaned in close, and made a remark about how it seemed impossible that a woman as pretty and charming as Reese could be single, but he didn’t seem to be playing his part.
“I have one room left,” Reese said.
Of course. Except the plot was messed up because it should be Bennett and Reese forced to share the last
“This storm has pushed us to our limit,” she added.
And you, Reese, have pushed me to mine.
“One room will be fine.” Gia pulled out her credit card, let that renegade hand settle possessively on Bennett’s forearm, and smiled blandly at Reese because goddammit, if Bennett was going to refuse to sleep with anyone tonight, it was going to be Gia.
Three Little Words by Jenny Holiday
Gia Gallo is officially in bridesmaid hell. Stranded in New York with her best friend’s wedding dress, Gia has six days to make it to Florida in time for the ceremony. And oh-so-charming best man Bennett Buchanan has taken the last available rental car. Looks like she’s in for one long road trip with the sexiest – and most irritating – Southern gentleman she’s ever met…
Bennett’s pretty sure that if there was ever a woman to break his “no flings” rule, Gia would be it. Sure, she’s stubborn. She’s also funny, smart, and the attraction between them is getting hotter with every state line they cross. While Bennett doesn’t do casual, Gia doesn’t do “relationships.” But if they break the rules, this unlikely pair might discover that their impromptu road trip could turn out to be the best ride of their lives.
About Jenny Holiday
Jenny Holiday is a USA Today-bestselling and RITA-nominated author of romance novels. The New York Times once had this to say about one of her characters: “His feminist bona fides can seem piled on for a hypermasculine hero.” She took it as a compliment. She lives in London, Ontario.
Jenny and her publisher are giving away one paperback copy of Three Little Words to one lucky commenter in the US/Canada!
To enter, leave a comment for Jenny below. Giveaway ends February 10, 2019.
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