One Small Chance: A Novella (a Love Story From Portugal) - Plot & Excerpts
The chink of light through the window tiptoed across the opposite wall. Mornings were lazy coming in as winter approached. Was it Friday or Saturday? The memories from Friday night rushed in. Simon in the kitchen. Simon cooking dinner. Simon laughing and listening to her. They’d talked and they’d had fun and they’d worked together. And then he’d touched her. Simon had touched her hand, and she’d almost jumped in her seat. How could something so simple carry so much heat, so much meaning? Just the memory of his hand on top of hers raised gooseflesh up her arm. Her cheeks heated and Isabel blew out a slow breath. She hadn’t expected this connection to Simon. The invitation to cook with her at the apartment had come almost as a challenge. When he’d hesitated, Isabel hid the disappointment quickly. But he’d changed his mind, and she was glad for it. Why couldn’t their relationship be this easy at work? She wasn’t proud of the cold way she treated him at the academy. He was only doing his job, which was making things better for the faculty and students.
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