Absolute Love: A Hot, Romantic Suspense Series, Book 3 (The Carlisle Sisters) (16 page)

Amid screams, laughter and congratulations, Jennifer and London were embraced by their loved ones.
 
It was the perfect beginning to the rest of their lives.

"Now," London said to Jennifer, "about that room Grey suggested..."

The End

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Unlikely Love

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"NICK & LEXI, BOOK 1: One New Message"

Chapter 1

I heard the small chirp of my phone and smiled as I began to unlock the door to the shop. I knew what that sound meant. He had replied to my message. I tried not to notice how badly I wanted to stop what I was doing and rush over to read what he'd said.
 

"Responsibility first, Lexi," I told myself as I turned the key and switched on the light .
 

It wasn't lost on me that I should really have be slapped for feeling giddy about the conversation. I didn't even fully know who he was. I thought of the conversation I'd had with my best friend Kendall the day before and how ridiculous I'd sounded.
 

"So you've befriended a guy on Facebook?" she'd asked, but I knew that wasn't the end of her questioning. "He doesn't have a photo and you aren't even totally sure of his real name. Yet you anxiously await hearing from him?"

"Well, to be fair he doesn't have my real name either," I argued. "And I don't have a photo of me on my page."

"True," she had stood up and walked behind the counter to grab a slice of my fudge from the display case for her. "But, 'Lexi' is your nickname. It's not that far removed from Alexis."

"Only if I told him," I argued weakly and, deciding that a slice of fudge sounded good, joined her. "Besides, it's not serious."

"How did you meet Mr......uh, what was it again?" I saw her face scrunch up and she bobbed her head to the side in question. "Santa Claus?"

"No," my eye roll hopefully showcasing how silly her question had been. "His name on the site is
Saint Nicholas
."
 

"Right, that's much better," Kendall teased. "So is Nicholas his name?"
 

"I don't know," I admitted, sitting back down at one of the two-seater tables I kept in the shop for guests.
 

"What do you call him when you talk?" she asked.
 

"Nick," I answered.
 

"And he responds to it?"

"Yes," I took a bite of the Butterfinger-flavored slice I had chosen.
 

"So how did you meet
Nick
?" she questioned, emphasizing his name.
 

"I got a friend request from him," I admitted. "I didn't recognize him, so I checked it out. We have three friends in common. They're not close friends but they're all upstanding people, as far as I know. So I assumed that he was safe to add."

"I had to wait three damn weeks for you to add me," Kendall pouted and took a bite of her own fudge. "Mmmm, delicious."

"I don't use it very often," I countered, but she knew that already. She was trying to make me feel guilty. "What kind did you get?"

"Smores," she answered. "So you accepted his request and the two of you started talking? Just like that?"

"No," I told her. "I commented on a photo he had taken of city hall. It was a gorgeous photo. He'd messaged me to thank me, and we began to chat. It kind of went from there."

"I see," she commented. "Thanks for liking my photo and by the way what is your favorite show?" she mocked.
 

Remembering the conversation reminded me of how silly I was. Nick and I had never laid eyes on each other. I wasn't even sure his name
was
Nick. We had simply started chatting. Over time we'd discovered a lot of common interests, one of which was our favorite television show, a dramatic love story that kept viewers completely hooked
 
from week to week.
 

Soon the chatting had turned to flirting and now we were kind of stuck in that routine. Maybe it wasn't typical, but I didn't really mind. Dating wasn't something I was fond of and this allowed me to have some sort of companionship in my life. I knew that throughout the day Nick and I would chat and flirt and keep each other company.
 

Shrugging off the weird vibe I was getting from thinking about the situation, I walked over and picked up the phone to see what he'd said.

You know you are going to cry. Just admit it. You can trust me with your feelings.

I couldn't help but smile. He was referring to the female lead in our favorite show and the rumors that she was not going to return next season. Nick had learned over our conversations that I was as attached to the couple as I was to the show. Naturally, if the female left it'd kill the entire show for me. I turned the phone sideways, preparing my reply.

I won't deny the possibility. I'm not sure I'll be able to watch again. It'll be like I lost the love of my life!

He would understand. We'd had many conversations about the bond between the leads in their television relationship. He knew that I wanted nothing more than to find that connection with another person.
 

You mean I'm not the love of your life? I'm hurt. This may be more than I can take.

The message made me smile. He had a way with words that always came across humorous, flirty, and somehow complimentary. I liked it.

You've made some giant strides, Nick. But it will take a lot to compete with Zack and Misty. I've been involved with them for about six years now.

I spoke of the stars by their character names, as if they were real people. Nick was about the only person that I could do that with.
 

I'm willing to work harder. Besides, when Misty leaves my chances will go up.

Something about the little messages made me smile. I looked forward to this part of my day.
 

If I knew where you were, I might risk meeting you just to slap you for that statement.

I was teasing and I had no doubt that he knew it. Not only was I not a violent-natured person, we'd both discussed the fact that we preferred the anonymity of what we shared.
 

You'd have to catch me. I'm taking a walk at the moment.
 

I imagined him strolling through the city streets and photographing buildings he found intriguing. One thing I knew about Nick was that he had a love of architecture and often shared photos he'd taken from around the city, and around the world, on Facebook.
 

Taking some good photos?

I was looking forward to seeing what he'd found on his walk today.
 

Not really. Just a walk today. But I need to go, Lexi. I have some business to take care of. Chat tonight during the show?

As bummed as I was that he was signing off, I knew that I'd hear from him later. Both of us stayed pretty busy. He never really told me his business, but I knew that he really enjoyed what he did. The only thing he told me was that sometimes he ended up having to deal with difficult people who made his job harder. He feared he was on a project that would bring a similar situation. That much I could understand completely.
 

Of course. Talk to you soon, Nick!

After that he sent me a kissing smiley that brought a smile to my face, and I sat my phone on the counter behind me. Owning a candy shop in Biltmore Village was a unique experience. Sometimes it would be packed with tourists that had just visited the Biltmore Estate. Other times, I would have a random straggling local come in and buy something. With the exception of those brief minutes as school let out, I never really knew how much business I'd have.
 

But, I wouldn't have changed a thing. I loved what I did every day and somehow it managed to keep the bills paid. Working in the small tourist area of the city was a choice. I'd been in the mountains of North Carolina my entire life--I was born and raised in Asheville. When I'd decided to open my candy shop after college, I'd chosen Biltmore Village. I liked the quaint and historic feel of the place and I loved interacting with a blend of tourists and locals.
 

So many people grew up and left Asheville. Kendall was about the only friend I had left from school. I never could understand it. To me the area was amazing and beautiful and I wouldn't dream of being anywhere else.
 

That was one of the reasons I'd joined the Preservation Society. I wanted to make sure that no one came in and took away the beauty of the place I called home. Being on the Society meant that I could help fight against developers and others that wanted to change things and alter the way it should be.
 

Hearing the bell on the shop door I looked up and was reminded of many of my reasons for joining them.
 

"Good Morning, Miss Haraway," he spoke as if we were on friendly terms.