No Way In Hell
by Jordan Bates
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Series: The Ink Well Chronicles, Book Two
Series: The Ink Well Chronicles, Book Two
Cover Designer: Kristen Hope Mazzola
Cover Model: Ciara Nicole Bell
Who kisses someone and then doesn’t say anything for two years?
Greg Moran, that’s who.
That kiss might not have started it all, but it sure did change everything. I thought I was living a simple life, keeping to my friends, eating pickles with ice cream, drinking bourbon on the weekends, and taking naps after work. Looking back at it all now, it was anything but simple.
What happens in Vegas was supposed to stay there.
But clearly, this time it wasn’t.
I married Greg Moran
My best friend. My boss.
The man who I had loved for five years.
Two years of silence broke me though. It caused me to do something no sane woman in love would do.
I asked for a divorce.
“You two look like you’ve been getting to trouble,” Wilson, the owner of the candy shop, scolded us as he walked around from behind the cash register to give me a hug. I had missed the sound of his husky voice.
“Only the usual.” He embraced me quickly before releasing me and going back to work. He was a crotchety old man, but still had a soft side, and I remembered this when he pushed the pickle jar towards me along with a pair of tongs and set a paper towel down beside the jar.
“Grab one and I’ll go see what kind of ice cream they have today.” Greg left me to my own devices while he sought out something to fill his sweet-tooth craving. I plucked out one dill pickle and settled with that for now. Wilson gave me a side glance when I walked away, narrowing his eyes in suspicion that I hadn’t taken more than one. I needed to pace myself or I would eat the whole jar before I left this place, and I really wanted to take some for the car ride home.
“Get me vanilla, please.” I took a bite of the pickle and looked up to see Greg staring at me. His eyes were trained on my mouth as I chomped on the giant bite I took. He had a cup of vanilla ice cream in one hand and chocolate in the other. I licked my lips and then bit into the pickle again while trying not to laugh. He shook his head and handed over the cup.
He held onto my spoon since he knew I didn’t need it yet. I dipped the top of my pickle into the ice cream and continued to eat it while we looked around for some road-trip snacks.
The young girl who had served Greg out ice cream came out from behind the counter. She couldn’t of been older than sixteen, but I realized fast that she seemed to be drawn to Greg. I shoved more of the pickle in my mouth to cover my knowing smirk.
“Why don’t we get some jelly beans?” Greg turned around from where the girl had been following him and almost knocked her down.
“Sorry!” Her little voice rang out as she turned and ran back behind the counter. Greg’s brows knit together and he looked at me confused.
“Just make sure they’re cinnamon.” I turned around and made my way over to the popcorn wall. “I’ll grab the cheddar.”
“White!” Greg yelled at me as I dipped the last of my pickle into the ice cream. I made a detour over to the pickle jar to grab another before grabbing the biggest bag they offered to fill with the best white cheddar popcorn I had ever had the pleasure of eating.
“You are one weird girl.” Wilson mocked me to my back as I dipped my fresh pickle into the ice cream. I turned around and took a bite directly in front of him, juices running down into the ice cream. Most people thought it was a weird combination, but I loved it. The sweet with the tart just seemed to work in ways that one wouldn’t expect.
I quickly filled out bag of popcorn and grabbed a bag of cotton candy before heading back to the counter to what Greg had piled up. His broad shoulders were blocking the counter but, when I got up behind him, I rested my chin on his shoulder. I tossed my bags onto the counter and eyeballed what he collected: Sugar Daddies, hot cinnamon jelly beans and, my favorite, just pink Starbursts.
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About the Author
Jordan Bates is an up and coming romance author from Florida, who is determined to write loves that last and are true to everyone who reads them.
Jordan graduated from UCF with a degree in English – Creative Writing. She has been writing since her freshman year in high school, where she finished her first and second book. Since then, she has pursued writing poetry, young adult novels, and romance novels.
When Jordan isn’t working or writing, you can find her looking for inspiration among the forests, and finding all the new food to eat. Because what’s better than writing? Eating an amazing burrito.
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