New Wanderlust Sneak Peek!

Hi guys,

I just realized it's been forever since I gave you a glimpse inside the book. I'm connecting the last few chapters now, but while you're waiting...here's a snippet.

Enjoy!
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I took a close look at the beauty standing before me and could not find a single flaw in any of her features. She was impeccably dressed in the latest fashions. Like me, her hair was a mass of raven curls, but she had tamed hers into a sleek updo that perfectly framed her ultra-feminine face. She looked more like she should be walking a runway than baking biscuits and serving espresso.

“Sylvie,” Chip exclaimed excitedly as she and Addie made their way back toward us. She burst forward at a gallop and threw her arms around the woman who was so exquisite that I imagined most people automatically assumed she was a celebrity dressed for a red-carpet event. 

“Bonjour, chere,” the stunning redhead bowed her head several inches so that her own cheeks were aligned with Chip’s. They exchanged kisses European style before stepping back to examine one another.

“I can’t believe it’s you,” Chip said, shock at running into this woman written all over her face. “It’s been so long since you’ve come to visit. Why?”

“Why is not important, silly girl,” Sylvie waved her hand as though she was waving away the question. “What matters is why you are here now. I’ve missed you so much.”

The two embraced again before Chip turned to where the three of us stood watching their exchange.

“I take it you two know each other,” I said. “We were just about to go inside for a bite to eat. Why don’t we find a seat and let the two of you catch up.”

Chip said something to woman then in a language I didn’t recognize--definitely not French, maybe Spanish or Italian, and the woman’s face changed in appearance. Her once intangibly beautiful features turned down, and she took on a cold, bitter look.

“So this is her?” she said, a lazy finger gesturing in my general direction.

“Yes,” Chip nodded. 

“This is the kind of rubbish he associates with now?”

“Pardon me?” I asked, taking a step forward. “Did you just call me trash?”

“I think I liked it better when I didn’t understand what they were saying,” Eli added, taking a protective step in front of me. “I know this woman is some sort of friend of yours, Chip, but I think we should get going.”

We started to walk away, but the saccharine sound of the woman’s voice--no, the words she spoke--stopped us in our tracks.

“Don’t go,” she said. “I’m curious to know the girl that Chaseyn left me for.”