|Mount Moran from Elk Island on Jackson Lake|
Here is the little snippet I chose for today.
“What’s the matter, Evie?” Alex’s lips widened in a grin that made her want to wrap her arms around his neck and demand that he kiss her again. At that moment she might have consented to anything he asked for. Instead, his next words ignited her temper to flare to the surface again. “You’d still rather marry a warthog than consider being wed to me?” One of his eyebrows rose expectantly.
His question confused her momentarily, but then she remembered proclaiming that exact thing when Henry embarrassed her the day Alex left St. Charles six years ago.
“Why, Alex.” Evelyn forced a smile. “Up until yesterday, your appearance led me to believe that you had turned into a warthog.” She exercised all the self-control she possessed to simply force the words from between clenched teeth rather than shout at the top of her lungs. Her hands balled into fists at her sides, and her body shook as she tried to conceal her embarrassment. He had some nerve to bring up such a humiliating incident.