Birthday Surprise
by Lisa Logan
Short Fiction/Contemporary/Sweet Romance
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Lizzie is stuck celebrating her birthday alone, but not unnoticed. A mystery admirer's note on her car could have been the best birthday surprise of all if she hadn't run off in a panic. Now she has to figure out whether to do something about it, or wonder what might have been for many birthdays to come.
Excerpt:
As I snatched the paper up and turned it over, my scowl gave way to confusion. This was no traffic citation. It was a torn off sheet from a restaurant tab. Scribbled on the back in a hasty, yet neat hand was a message.
Happy Birthday, Beautiful.
555-9429
I stared at the words for a long minute, then threw a look around. My heart rate began a slow, but steady climb. Who had noticed me? More important, who would have cared? I seemed to be fitting into this town as well as a glove fits over a boot.
I considered going back inside the restaurant, but froze after two steps. Go inside and do what? Wave the tab around like an excited, besotted moron, seeking the author?
I focused on the phone number. It was local and unfamiliar, meaning no one I knew had driven six hundred miles to tuck a birthday note on my car. Go figure. The handwriting appeared to have been written by a man, almost certainly. Had I netted my first ever secret admirer as I sucked frosting off my birthday candle? Or was this some sort of joke? Maybe a crazy stalker. Yeah, that would be just the thing to jump start my new life—a psycho following me around, obsessed with my despicable restaurant manners.
What little dinner I'd eaten soured in my stomach, and I crumpled and tossed the paper aside as I climbed back in the car.
“It was the phone number, wasn’t it?”
With a start, I whipped around toward the voice now outside my door. “Excuse me?”
“Adding my phone number was the deal breaker. Too forward and presumptive.” A man’s hand was extended toward me, and I stared at it like an idiot who didn’t know what a handshake was.
