It Started With a Kiss (Insta-Spark)

“I haven’t had the best of luck with relationships.”

“Hmm. You have had a run of bad luck—especially, the last one. I know Grant ended up being a complete ass, and I know he wasn’t very nice to you. I’d like to knee him in the nuts for what he said to you.” She covered my hand with an affectionate squeeze. “But don’t you see? Daniel is different. Everything about him is different.”

“I know. He’s amazing. It seems too good to be true.”

“Or maybe, your luck is changing. Grab it, Avery. I’ve never seen you look so happy.”

“I am. He makes me feel special.”

“How?”

I shrugged, unsure how to describe it. “When he looks at me, the expression on his face, it’s as though everything he sees is perfect. All the things I think are wrong, he finds right.” I sighed. “He makes me feel beautiful.”

“I think there’s more.”

“More?”

“You’re holding yourself differently. You aren’t hiding. I think he’s bringing out your confidence.”

I thought about it, and had to agree. I did feel more confident. Daniel made me feel that way. Beautiful. Confident. Enough.

Beth beamed at me. “You have always been enough, Avery. I’ve told you countless times you’re beautiful. If Daniel makes you feel that way, hold on to him.”

I had obviously spoken aloud—again. I smiled at my friend. “I plan on it.”

“Good.” She winked and lightened the conversation. “I don’t even need to ask how good he is in bed. You’re walking a little funny today.”

“You’ve already asked. Many times.”

“And you keep changing the subject.”

“How’s work?”

She rolled her eyes. “Throw me a bone here. I know you’re private and I understand, but something—anything!”

I stalled, twirling my pasta around my fork to buy me a little time. I was a bit stiff today. Still, I couldn’t hide my happiness. I was dying to tell her everything, but I was less forthcoming than Beth.

Beth leaned forward, her voice low. “He’s an animal in bed, isn’t he?”

I drew back my shoulders and met her gaze. “If we make it to the bed . . . Daniel has a thing for walls.” I winked. “He’s like a sex machine, too.”

Her jaw dropped, then she began to laugh. “I knew you had it in you.”

“Several times, actually.”

“Woohoo!” she exclaimed. “That’s what I’m talking about!”

She picked up her wine. “No ugly green dress.”

I gave in. “You can pick whatever dress you want.”

“That’s all I’m saying.”

We grinned at each other, clinked our wine glasses, and drank.

I rolled my shoulders, glancing at the clock in my living room. Another hour and Daniel would arrive.

The past two weeks had been hectic for both of us—even the weekends. Steven and Caitlin were on vacation, and although he had a temporary vet who filled in and another receptionist, it was one of the busiest times of the year at the clinic.