On Tour Now- Mary’s Tears…

Hey! Mary’s Tears is now on Tour!!! To learn more…go here…to read an excerpt scroll down!

“Hey, Red?”

Mary growled and raised her eyes to Matt’s. “I told you I don’t like that name.”

Matt’s intense blue eyes twinkled with amusement. Mary seemed in very good spirits and he’d pressed his advantage by suggesting she make them dinner since he’d been working all day and, she had been goofing off. He was surprised when she had agreed.

“You did.”

“Then stop using it.”

“Stop responding to it.”

Mary lowered her head. “Shit disturber,” she muttered.

“Me?” His attempt to look innocent was more comical than his denial.

Mary couldn’t help the grin that escaped. “What did you want?”

Matt simply stared at her and smiled.

“Matt?”

“What?”

“What did you want?” she whined dramatically.

“Oh. Just to talk.”

“About what?”

“You.”

Mary’s smile faded and she lowered her eyes again. “Pick another topic.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t like that one.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to talk about me.”

“Why?”

Mary was torn between amusement and frustration. “Matt!”

“What?”

“Stop that!”

“Stop what?”

“Stop asking why to everything I say.”

“Why?”

She threw her bread roll at him and tried to look stern but ended up laughing instead.

He grinned and calmly returned the roll to her plate. “See how easy it is?”

“What?”

“Having fun.”

Mary started eating her meal again. “My fun quotient has already been filled, can we move on now?”

“I like your smile.”

She flushed. “It’s no different than anyone else’s.”

“Sure it is.”

“How?”

“It’s yours.”

Mary’s cheeks burned. “Oh…just stuff your gob already!”

Matt chuckled and slid a forkful of pasta into his mouth. “There, now answer my question.”

“Which question?”

“Why don’t you like to talk about yourself?”

She pushed her spaghetti around on her plate. “Habit.”

“Is it because you don’t trust me?”

Mary’s hand stilled and she was no longer smiling.

“Don’t you trust anyone, Red?”

“I’ve learned not to.”

“Who taught you to do that?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Was it the one who hurt you?” he asked gently.

Her head shot up. “What?”

He met her gaze, determined. “The one who gave you the scars?”

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