I'm posting snippets from a story for this year's Challenge.
If you'd like to read the whole tale, please start with A.
I IS FOR INDIANA
Danielle blushed when Erik smiled at her from across the bar. She waved and hoped the lighting was dim enough to hide the rosiness in her cheeks. It was ten years too late for her to be giggling like a boy crazy teenager, but one silly little laugh threatened to escape.
She managed to walk over to where he was seated with some sense of grace. Her stomach tightened as he stood to greet her. Erik wasn't only a great father, but a gentleman too. If all the single women in Indiana knew what a catch he was, they'd be flocking to his house.
This was the first time she'd seen him in jeans. His tailored suits gave him a trim figure, but the jeans, oh my. Danielle had to force her eyes to focus on his face.
Was she smiling too widely? Would he like her perfume? She needed a drink. What would he think if she drank beer form a bottle or snorted when she laughed?
She caught him dragging his gaze up too.
"Hi." At least she didn't lose her voice.