Every Valentine’s Day for the past twenty years, Alex has received a gift from a secret admirer. Every year Alex hopes to finally learn the identity of his admirer, but the only clue he has to work with is the messy handwriting in which the notes are written. Until this year, when the gift itself provides a clue and a small sliver of hope ...
Kiss Me Quick is a collection of short and sweet stories from authors familiar and new, celebrating the season of love. Come and enjoy these tales of misunderstandings, lonely singles, pining lovers, and so much more! Because if there is one thing that is never in doubt, it’s that LT3 knows the way to your heart, and these stories are a straight shot.
From Your Secret Admirer
By Debora Day
Published by Less Than Three Press LLC
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission of the publisher, except for the purpose of reviews.
Edited by Samantha M. Derr
Cover designed by Megan Derr
This book is a work of fiction and as such all characters and situations are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people, places, or events is coincidental.
First Edition February 2012
Copyright © 2012 by Debora Day
Printed in the United States of America
ISBN 9781620041314
Dedicated to my father, who always supported me in everything I did.
From Your Secret Admirer
Kiss Me Quick
Debora Day
Alex Woodward stared at the bound box of chocolates placed in the direct center of his desk. From your secret admirer was scrawled in messy print across a torn piece of white paper. Seeing the small package brought his heart to a startling halt before it began to pump hard and fast. After all this time, he was still flustered at the gift he received every year regardless that he had come to expected it.
He was tempted to shove the box from the desk and into the nearby wastebasket so as not to stare at the glaring reminder before him. Running a hand through his short burnished copper locks, he continued to stare at the box as if it might jerk to life at any moment. How was it he still received the gifts after nearly twenty years? How was it he still had not even the slightest clue as to who sent the gifts every year?