Hudson (Anderson Billionaires #4) - Melody Anne Page 0,2
from writing articles to writing an entire book? It seemed like an impossible feat, but she loved writing, and she loved research, so couldn’t she come up with a good novel-length story — to make people love a place as much as she did?
It was an intimidating thought. She wouldn’t be able to go months without an income, so she’d need a part time job, enough to pay her bills while she worked on a great American novel. What would she call it? What place would she write about? What would people be inspired by? Where to begin?
“It’s been raining a lot, but this is the wet season. Soon, it’ll be nothing but sunshine and summer breezes. I’m grateful not to live in a place that gets snow all winter. Some of those towns don’t get dug out until June. Can you imagine how awful that would be? No way. I’m not interested,” her gramps said.
Daisy wondered if her gramps just needed someone to talk to. She should be grateful she got to talk to her gramps, considering so many people in the world didn’t have any family left.
“Gramps, I have to get off the phone. They’re making announcements and I don’t want to miss this flight. We can talk for days when I get home,” Daisy promised.
Her gramps finally paused. She could hear the smile in his voice. “I can’t wait for you to get here, sweet pea. Fly safe and don’t go off with strangers. I know you have a long layover in San Francisco. I’ll worry about you.”
“I won’t go off with strangers. I promise,” Daisy said. It was great to be loved so much.
After she hung up, she asked Siri, “Siri, how long would it take to say a sentence one million times?”
“Here’s what I found on the web,” Siri answered. Daisy clicked a link.
“Well, I guess it would take just over nineteen days without a break to count to a million, so I don’t think anyone is going to repeat a sentence one million times,” she muttered beneath her breath. Why did she look up such strange facts? Maybe because that’s just who she was.
She sat back and the couple she was stuck between had begun to fight. She decided if there wasn’t another seat, she’d stand for however long it took. She moved across the gate area where she spotted a quiet corner with a couple of vacant seats. Her semiprivate haven didn’t last long before someone sat next to her.
She gazed at her phone, checking her Instagram account and trying to stay awake. She refused to fall asleep and possibly miss her flight. All she wanted was to get home. She’d love to listen to her audiobook and play a game on her phone, but her battery was low and she didn’t see an outlet anywhere in sight. She hoped they had one in the coach section of the plane.
A commotion at the boarding gate made Daisy look up. But her eyes never made it to the counter. They stopped at the man sitting one seat away from her — and he captured her full attention. He was so handsome it should be sinful. There was something vaguely familiar about him, making her wonder if he was a male model, or possibly a B-list actor. She searched her mind, trying to place him.
He had dark, course hair that was mussed and sexy as hell, as if he’d been running his fingers through it for hours, or possibly had someone else mussing it. Her fingers twitched the slightest bit at the thought of doing that, shocking the heck out of her.
She couldn’t see the color of his eyes as he was looking down at his laptop, but his straight nose and square jaw with a five o’clock shadow gave him a look of sophisticated ruggedness that did something to her insides. He wore dark jeans with a crisp white polo, the top two buttons undone, showing a tanned chest with just the right amount of hair peeking through. He was a man’s man for dang sure.
She watched as a tick flared in his jaw, and his eyebrows dented as if he didn’t like something on his computer screen, and it took all of her willpower not to glance over and see what was there. But gazing at another person’s laptop was wrong. People’s lives were stored in a laptop. Hers always had research on her next building or her latest article.