Kiss Me Hello Read Online Free

floor for her stuff, glad her long hair fell forward to hide her embarrassment.
    Two huge Nikes appeared next to her. “Let me get that.” He squatted down beside her and scooped up her massive Elements of Biology textbook with one hand. With the other he took her elbow. “I’m Bram.” He lifted her to her feet.
    His jock-hard good looks were made to order from her dreams: that generous smile, laughing cornflower blue eyes, messy dark brown hair. Six-foot-whatever and muscles from here to eternity. He commandeered the lab stool beside hers and looked around the classroom. He seemed eager and ready for everything sweet the world had to offer—and absolutely certain it had all been laid out just for him.
    He looked at Sara as if she were one of those sweet things.
    “Sara,” she managed to get out. “My name.” She never let boys affect her like this. Passion was too delicious—and too dangerous.
    Bram leaned close and whispered, “Sara, huh?” The warmth of his breath on her neck and the low buzz of his voice made it hard to focus on his words. “I don’t broadcast it,” he said, “but Bram is short for Abraham.” He moved back into his own space with a knowing look. “Get it? Sara and Abraham? You must be my density.”
    The Bible humor made her feel safe, and the Back to the Future reference made her laugh. They’d been together, off and on, since that day.
    Bram finished his teaching credential first. Sara went on for her master’s—paid for, oddly enough, by Aunt Amelia. They were on the verge of drifting apart again when Sara got pregnant. Bram said it proved she really was his density. They laughed and drove up to Tahoe and got married. Bram was already on track to be head varsity coach. When Sara was hired at the same school, life seemed perfect.
    Then she had the miscarriage. Bram was wonderful about it. He told her they’d have other children one day. He said he was just thankful she was okay. Sara had begun to think it was time to try again when Bram’s layoff notice came. They hadn’t talked about having kids since.
    Actually, they hadn’t had sex in months. It seemed the only time they saw each other long enough for a conversation these days was when they met for these early dinners after her work and before his.
    “Bram Blakemore dot com,” Bram was saying to two girls in the next booth.
    “Here it is!” One girl squealed and showed her friend her smart phone.
    The girls obligingly drooled over his author picture. “You look great!”
    Sara slid into the booth across from Bram and groaned inside. He was talking about his book. After losing his teaching job, he’d self-published his perennially rejected novel. It was great something made him happy, but since putting the book up online it was hard to talk to him about anything else once the subject of Hot Heat came up.
    It was supposedly a thriller. Sara thought the story was cheesy and the title was stupid, but what did she know? People seemed to like it. Bram pictured himself as the next Richard Castle. When people asked what he was doing these days, he never said waiting tables. He was a novelist.
    He turned around and picked up his menu, but he dropped it and looked at her more closely. “What’s up, babe?”
    “Aunt Amelia. Can you believe it? She wants me to come see her.”
    Before Bram could respond, the waitress showed up. “So what’s my favorite author having?” She’d bought his book months ago and raved about it every time they came in.
    “That depends,” Bram said. “What’s my favorite waitress serving?”
    He said it suggestively, as usual. With Bram, flirting was a way of life. He held onto Sara’s hand, circling his thumb on her palm, and a jolt of desire ran through her. His schedule was seriously ruining their love life, and little teases like this made her ache for him.
    “So what’s happening with your aunt?” Bram said after the waitress left.
    Sara told him about Aunt Amelia’s fall. She meant to