This week I'm picking up where I left off and posting the third snippet from my WIP, Rendezvous with Destiny, a historical YA novella I'm tinkering with. It's supposed to be a Friends to Lovers style romance that's set a few months prior to the Bombing of Pearl Harbor. I'm having a blast researching the era.
Rendezvous is still in the first draft stage of things, so I apologize for the rough writing. I also apologize for the slightly creative editing.
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Rosika’s voice, still colored with the German accent she hadn’t lost, despite living in the United States for the past eleven years, tugged him from his thoughts. He flashed his trademark smile.
“Let’s get out of here.”
Rosika slid of the truck’s rounded hood. Caught between her sliding body and the stationary vehicle, her full skirt to slide over her knees, revealing a flash of blue garter before bit of thigh before she tugged it back into place.
David closed his eyes and swallowed hard. Stop noticing how pretty she is, he mentally berated himself, she’s Rosika, a chum, nothing more.