Wanting It All: a Naked Men Novel
“Scrolled through the seventeenth version of the email she’d been crafting for the last four days. There simply weren’t any ways left to rearrange the same words that she hadn’t tried at this point. What started out as thoughtful mulling had morphed into flat-out stalling, about five versions ago.
She smoothed her tan skirt. Straightened the collar of her black cotton blouse. Then squinted her eyes shut. How ridiculous. It was an email to her brother, not a video message. Logan couldn’t see her. Still, it was a big moment. Momentous. Big. Aaaaand, there she went stalling again.
The first email she’d sent him had mattered, of course. But it had been a reach-out to a stranger. This email was different. This was an actual conversation. Now Madison knew what Logan sounded like. She could picture—albeit in a limited way—what his facial expressions might be as he read it.
Stalling. Sick of herself, Madison stabbed the send icon with her index finger. Dropped the phone onto the leather seat.
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