Here's the premise: It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc.
And here's the excerpt, continuing from where we left off:
In his profile picture he had much shorter hair. And a beard. The man who stood before her was a clean-shaven, floppy-haired heartthrob who looked too young to be a professor and too attractive to be single.
Somehow during their second conversation she’d managed to pry that he was, in fact, single. Thank you, Jesus. “How old are you?” she blurted.
His resulting smile kept her from kicking herself. “I’m thirty-three, and you’re not the first person who’s asked.”
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My friend Mags was being quite smart-assy last night, which inspired me to create a new word. I give you all permission to use it whenever the mood strikes. Ready for it? Here it is...SMASSY. It's like taking sassy to the next level, with a little extra snark thrown in for good measure. Thank you. I'm here all week. *bows* Have a fabulous day! :)