What's the Worst that Could Happen?

By Lisa Worrall

Jared wants to take Ben away for a romantic Valentine's weekend. Blue Ridge Retreat boasts private cabins, beautiful scenery and spa treatments. Jared is all about the outdoors and likes nothing more than to channel his inner Bear Grylls and head off into the wilderness. Ben, not so much, but in the five years he and Jared have been together, he's learned to go with the flow. He reassures himself that the weekend will be full of spa treatments and snuggling by a roaring fire, so agrees to some much needed time together. After all, what's the worst that could happen?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lisa Worrall
• Release date: Feb 28, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311929075

Lisa Worrall

I live in Leigh on Sea, a small seaside town just outside London on the coast of Essex, about ten minutes from Southend, which boasts the longest pier in the world. I live with my partner and two ever-growing children, who I let think are the boss of me; along with a dog who actually is. As the wonderful Beatrix Potter said, "There is something delicious about writing the first words of a new story. You never quite know where they'll take you." I know exactly what she means and hope you'll join me for the ride.

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Copyright 2015 by Lisa Worrall

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Prologue

Like John and Yoko

Did you pack the bug spray?

I don’t do mooses!

You forgot the marshmallows?

Epilogue

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PROLOGUE

Two weeks before Valentine’s Day 2014

The music changed abruptly, signaling the imminent demise of the next victim; a buxom blonde wearing practically non-existent panties with her cleavage spilling over the top of a skimpy vest. I tamped down the urge to laugh out loud. I mean, cliché much? How I let Jared talk me into these straight to video gore-fests is a question I’ve pondered more than once in the last five years, and I’m still no closer to the answer. Apart from the obvious, of course; I think the sun shines out of his tight little asshole. He only has to smile and I’m nodding faster than the novelty dog that sits on the parcel shelf of my mother’s car.

It had been a while since we’d spent a Friday night like this, snuggled together on the sofa with my back against his chest, nestled contentedly between his outstretched legs. The law firm where Jared worked had taken on a big criminal case and he’d been working crazy hours over the last couple of months. My interior design consultancy had taken off as well, so we’d been more like ships in the night than a couple lately. Had I bitched a little? Maybe. Had he bitched back? Possibly. But none of that mattered now. We were together—even if it was watching buxom blonde number three get sliced and diced.

Ben? He drew out my name.

Mmm? I reached into the bowl on my lap and grabbed a handful of popcorn, which I shoved unceremoniously into my mouth.

I’ve been thinking—

Crap. It was muffled by kernels of corn, but he understood it.

Funny, he drawled, then nudged me with his foot. I’m serious. I’ve been thinking about what we should do for Valentine’s this year.

It’s my turn to pick the restaurant, I interjected, more audible now that I’d finished chewing.

That’s the thing, Jared said, his breath lifting my hair. I thought we could do something a little different.

Different? I levered myself up and turned around to face him, crossing my legs. What do you mean… different?

Well, he said softly, clasping my hands in his. We’ve both been working our asses off lately, so I think we deserve something a little more special than an expensive dinner.

Keep talkin’.

Something along the lines of a long, romantic Valentine’s weekend, just the two of us… a cabin in the mountains… an open fire… you and me… naked… watching the flames flicker while wrapped in each other’s arms… drinking champagne from crystal glasses—

You hate champagne.

Reviews for What's the Worst that Could Happen?

[Dionne Tuttle · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Adorable and funny story.