Love Is Always Write Volume 4

here? He typed back, his excitement building.
    [How? Why?]
    [Last show cancelled. Missed U!!!!! Need U!! Z]
    He checked the clock, two forty – two hours until the end of the day. Oh, hell no. After all, he wasn't sick often, he could fake a migraine or a stomach flu, right? And his work could wait.
    He texted back.
    [I’ll be there ASAP!! I Love U!]
    The response was almost immediate.
    [Love U 2, baby! Always! Z]
    THE END
    Author bio: Jessa Ryan started reading Hardy Boy Mysteries when she was six years old and fell in love with them so much that she decided to write her own. No, you won't see them published anywhere because honestly, they were crap. But give the woman a break – she was six. She lives in Minnesota where the cooler climate works to her benefit. There's nothing she loves more than hiding under a quilt with a mug of coffee and either a good book or her laptop. Keeping her company are her four children, three fish, two dogs, and one truly amazing husband (not necessarily in order of importance). You can visit her at her WorldPress site .
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THE HEARTY BOYS
    by Andi Lea

    "I've never been so nervous in my life. I just want to get this over with and go on our honeymoon!!!"
    ~ Thomas

    genre : contemporary
    tags: chef: artist: weddings
    word count: 15,282
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    THE HEARTY BOYS
    by Andi Lea
    "Hi, I'm Penny, one of the bridesmaids. You're my escort. We really haven't had a chance to talk." A blur of pale blue taffeta swirled into his line of sight, and his arm was locked with another. "I thought we should get to know one another."
    "Owen," he managed to say, despite the pounding headache, for which he desperately needed to take something. He wondered if Penny, the bridesmaid, had a hidden stash of aspirin in her bouquet. He looked at her. Probably not.
    "Oh, I know who you are. So, are you here with anyone?" Penny squeezed his arm. Her smile was a little too bright and toothy.
    "I'm here for Grace." He took a step to the side, putting some space between him and the taffeta clad bridesmaid.
    "Of course, we all are." Penny laughed. "But, are you here with a date?"
    Owen knew where this was heading. "No."
    "Neither am I. How old are you?" She sounded enthusiastic.
    "Twenty-two."
    "Are you married?"
    "No."
    "Are you in a committed relationship?"
    "No." Owen ran a hand through his hair and looked around. The wedding march music would begin any moment. Wouldn't it? Then he could escort Penny up the aisle, and hopefully keep her at a safe distance the rest of the evening.
    "Me either!" Penny turned to face Owen. "This is how I get to know people. I have a series of questions I ask everyone. Wow, you have the most amazing green eyes."
    Owen bit his tongue. A reminder that today was about Grace, one of his best friends. Penny was a temporary irritation. Grace didn't want Penny in the wedding. Her mother insisted her cousin be a bridesmaid. Grace asked Owen to play interference and be Penny's escort down the aisle. He would do anything for Grace. So, here he found himself, standing in the procession line with the 'P.I.A.' as Grace so often referred to her.
    "So, what do you do?" Penny smoothed the blue taffeta pooling around her.
    "Guys," Owen replied. Momentarily distracted, he watched one of the unfamiliar groomsmen straighten his tie.
    "Oh, you!" Penny waved a hand dismissively. "What about girls?"
    "What about them?" Owen scanned the room. His gaze drifting back to the tall, broad shouldered, blonde.
    "Do you go out with girls?"
    "Do you?" He turned to look at her.
    "No!" She blushed and lowered her voice. "I'm not attracted to women."
    "Well, then we have something in common."
    "Where do you work?"
    "I'm in school."
    "Where?"
    "I was in the art program at NYU." Owen kept an eye on the guy in front of him.
    "What kind of art do you do?"
    "Sculpture, painting, mixed media." Owen watched as tall and potential became tall and unavailable. The man wrapped his arms around the bridesmaid standing next to him and kissed her. Owen turned to Penny, "I like to work with my hands."
    "Aren't they cute?" Penny obviously was ignoring whatever Owen said that didn't work for her. She pointed to the couple he had been watching. She looked mesmerized. "They're getting married next month, must be something in the air."
    "Too bad," Owen tugged on his too short, jacket sleeves. He