Indigo
by Amber Lacie
Romantic Comedy
Some girls are born independent and fierce. They constantly shock the world bringing it to its knees. Indigo Bryant is one of them. At the young age of thirty, she has already bought and sold a highly successful design business. Needing a change of pace, she up roots herself from New York City, to move near her best friend in a small town in Alabama. What was supposed to be a relaxing summer, starts to change into something different when she meets Alexander Clark…
Despite his many talents and charming personality, Alexander Clark can't move forward and let go of the guilt from a horrible accident. His once promising baseball career, has now faded into the shadows. He's paralyzed by the nightmares of his past. That is until he meets Indigo…
Not every girl needs a knight in shining armor. Not every girl needs to be saved.
Not every boy is a knight. Sometimes they are the ones that need to be saved…
He’s playful––and cute. I guess it can’t hurt to make a friend. I give in with a shake of my head. “Well done. I have to say, I’m slightly impressed.”
“Really? I had some good pickup lines I was certain would catch your attention.”
“Now I’m disappointed. Though, I can’t imagine what you could have said, that I haven’t already heard. Being hit on in bars in New York is like being rained on in Seattle. It’s unavoidable.”
Laughing, he nodded to the bartender who slid him another beer. The light hit his eyes and I realized they weren’t brown like I originally thought. Instead, they were a deep blue. “Disappointed huh? I don’t like the sound of that. Maybe you can help me pick out a few good lines I can use to pick up some other woman, since you’re clearly not interested in anything other than those chips.” he said, nodding toward the bag of chips in front of me.
“I have a healthy appetite. It’s not a bad thing.” I squinted my eyes, wondering to myself what he could be up to. Deciding to play along with Mr. Not a Stranger, I flashed him a challenging smile. “Alright, let’s hear them.”
Clearing his throat, he spun his barstool to face me. “Hey, baby, feel this shirt. You know what kind of material this is? It’s boyfriend material.”
“Oh, that’s just awful. That has to be one of the lamest one’s I’ve ever heard.”
“You can do better?”
“Of course, I can. Are you a baker? Cause you have some hot buns.”
Laughing, he took a sip of his beer. “You just made that one up.”
“I did not. Some guy tried to hit on me over the New Year with that one.”
“Well he did a horrible job. I got a better one. Are you Google? Because I’ve just found what I’m looking for.”
Sipping my drink, I shook my head. “No––just no. Those are way too polite. You need to get sleazier with them.”
“Sleazier huh? Any suggestions?”
“Okay, how about this one? It’s a good thing I have my library card on me…because I’m totally checking you out.”
“What? That’s not sleazy. If we are going to do this, we need to do this right.” He raised his hand motioning for the bartender. “Tim, we are going to need a bottle of Jack and some shot glasses over here. Put it on my tab.”
“Oh no, I’m not having anyone buy me drinks. I can buy my own.”
With an arch of his brow and a dangerous smirk on his face, Mr. Not a Stranger turned back to the bartender. “Fine then, put it on her tab. I’m okay with that.”
My mouth fell open at his suggestion. “I am not paying for all of your drinks either.”
“Then it’s settled––Tim, put it on my tab.”
Smug bastard. He knows exactly what he is doing.
Lex laced his fingers through mine and placed my hand over my heart. Shallow breaths fell from my lips as he pressed his forehead against mine. My heart quickened at his touch. What is he doing?
“You feel that?” he asked. “The instant we touch, your heart speeds up. Now feel this,” he said, moving our hands, fingers still laced to press against his chest. I could feel his heart pounding against the palm of my hand, as I got lost in his eyes. “Mine does the same thing, and it’s not because of how bad I want to be inside you. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I fucking need to be inside of you. No––this feeling right here is because you make me feel alive.”
“Lex—”
“No. You don’t get a say in this. I was a mess until I met you. You invaded my dreams at night. You captured my thoughts during the day. Hell, even Logan noticed the difference in me. I’m better…because of you. You saved me. Now let me love you.”
Thousands of stars filled the Alabama night sky. Some were so big and bright it was as though I could pick them from the sky with my fingers. Suddenly, long arms wrapped around my waist. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Lex looking up toward the stars.
“It’s so beautiful,” I admitted.
“She is.” Lex replied, leaning down and gently placing a kiss behind my ear.
“I meant the stars.”
“I know what you meant, but that’s not what I meant. The stars got nothing on you.”
Giggling, I shook my head. “You and your pick-up lines.”
“That wasn’t a pick-up line. I’m just being honest. You’re beautiful. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. You’d be in awe.”
Indie-Award Winning Author Amber Lacie is about all things books, glitter, and shenanigans. Never without a book or caffeinated goodness, she's managed a husband that worships at her alter and two awesome kiddos, all while pumping out tales of love and suspense. Growing up in Chicagoland, she's seen the nitty, and knows the gritty. As for love and home, that landed her in Beverly Shores, Indiana where she dreams up adventures for her characters so that you the reader can explore new bends in the road. Buckle up.
