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Title: Hangry
Author: Lily Kate
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Hangry:
han·gry adjective informal- bad-tempered or irritable as a result of hunger.
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Exclusive Excerpt:
“Well, that worked out well.” I give Bradley a smile and wait for the doors to slide open. “That was almost awkward.”I wait, and I wait a bit longer. I’m trying to be patient, but I’d really intended for that last comment to be a flippant dismissal before I stormed my sequined rear end down the hallway and far away from Bradley Hamilton.
I reach over, press the door-open button.
Tap my toes.
Nothing.
“What did you do?” I whirl to face Bradley. “Why aren’t these doors opening?”
He’s got this odd sort of grimace on his face that’s torn between mild amusement and frustration. “What did I do? I’m not the one lighting up the button panel like a Christmas tree.”
“Why aren’t the doors opening?”
He raises a hand, points to the numbers. “We’re stuck between six and seven, sweetheart.”
I’m stunned. Mostly by his use of the word sweetheart. He’s only called me that once before, and it was just before he almost kissed me. A long time ago.
“Stuck? No, we can’t be stuck.”
“Fine,” he agrees. “We’re not stuck, we’re stalled.”
I glare at the numbers on the elevator. “But I have to be at work like... twenty minutes ago.”
“Tell them you’ll be late.”
“I’m the boss—I can’t be late.”
“The elevator is stuck. There’s not much you can do about it.”
I pull out my phone, glance down reluctantly at the messages to see if there’s a reply from Rick. No reply—and that’s strange. He should be at the diner by now and calling me frantically to see why I haven’t arrived.
That’s when I notice the angry red mark next to the text. A warning exclamation point that tells me the message never sent in the first place, probably thanks to these stupid cement walls blocking out all my service. I should’ve known; I drop calls every time I use the back entrance to our building.
I let out a train of expletives that doesn’t stop until I’ve used every last one in the book.
“It’s fine,” Bradley says, his voice even and cool. “We’ll just call for some help. Five minutes, max.”
“Great. Does your phone have service? Mine doesn’t.”
“Press the call button. That’s what it’s there for.”
“How’d you find out about this elevator, anyway?” I ask as my fingers depress the red button.
“Fred. You?”
“Freaking Fred,” I say. “He told me it was a secret.”
“Fred keeps secrets like a sieve. Especially when a pretty girl is asking for help.”
“A pretty...oh.” I blush at his implication. Then I press the button a hundred more times in rapid succession because I can’t meet his eyes.
“Does it help to press it a million times?” Bradley asks. “Because it looks like it’s not working.”
“It helps with my car and my computer,” I say through gritted teeth. “Do you have any better ideas?”
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