Making Me Believe
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Rose didn't expect to even see anyone else in her apartment complex's laundry room on a Friday night. She was usually there all alone. Imagine her surprise when a good looking man walks in and starts doing his laundry.
Alex wasn't looking for a commitment. He just needed to do the month's worth of laundry that he'd let pile up. How was he supposed to know that his dream girl would be there?
Kirsten Osbourne
Kirsten lives in Texas with her husband, son and a crazy new puppy. She is a stay at home mom who spends her life writing, doing volunteer work, and helping out with her son's Cub Scout troop.
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Making Me Believe - Kirsten Osbourne
Chapter 1
ROSE SHOVED THE LAST load of her laundry into the dryer and climbed onto the counter of the small apartment laundromat. She picked up her novel and opened to the page she’d left off on. Another Friday night, another three loads of laundry. Rose always did her laundry on Friday nights. She didn’t have to work the next day, and no one else was ever there to fight her for the washers and dryers. It was a great situation for her.
She was halfway through her chapter when she heard the door open. She hadn’t seen anyone in there for the past three weeks, so she immediately looked up to see who else could have such a sad lack of a social life that they would be doing laundry on a Friday night.
Her eyes opened wide as she stared at the gorgeous man who’d just walked in. He must have been at least six foot three with broad shoulders. Rose grinned to herself as she watched him over the top of her book. He had black hair, and it looked like brown eyes, but it was hard to tell from here. He was trim and muscular. Rose tried not to drool.
He was carrying two huge black trash bags that were apparently full of laundry. He was either married with six kids and doing the laundry for the whole family, or he had waited way too long to do his laundry. Rose lifted her eyes again to check out his left hand, but there was no ring on his finger. He must have not done laundry in forever.
He opened the garbage bags and started to dump all of the laundry into one washer, not paying any attention to what he was mixing together. Rose cringed and put her book down.
You can’t wash all that without sorting it,
she told him. Let me help you.
He shrugged, I always do. It takes longer if I sort it.
Are you late for something? Most people who do laundry on a Friday night are sadly lacking in the social life department,
she said. So unless you have a hot date that starts sometime after midnight, then you may as well do it right.
No, I’m not in a hurry. I just have to work in the morning, and don’t want to be at this all night,
he said. He shrugged. If she wanted to help him sort his laundry, he was game. There were worse ways to spend an evening that with a pretty girl in a laundromat. Of course, there were much better ways to spend an evening as well!
It’ll only take an extra five minutes if we work together. Put some money into five washing machines and I’ll start sorting,
she said. She immediately started pulling the clothes he’d packed into the first washer out and spreading them across the first four washers. She put jeans in the first one, colors in the second, whites in the third and towels in the fourth. If he was anything like her, they’d put more colors in the fifth, but whatever it was that needed to go in there, she knew they’d need at least five washers. They ended up needing eight.
Once they had everything sorted, and the machines going, she settled back down onto the counter with her book. He walked over and hoisted himself up next to her, taking her book from her hands. Hey this is sci-fi! I figured you for a romance reader.
She shrugged. I do read romance. It’s my secret pleasure. I only read sci-fi in public.
He laughed. I see. I think I do at least.
He looked down at her, liking the way she looked. She was wearing a pair of faded warm ups and a t-shirt, which was a smart choice for laundry on a March night in North Texas. Her long blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her eyes looked green, but it was hard to tell from this angle. Do you always do your laundry on Friday nights?
Of course, I do,
she grinned. I have no life!
Okie dokie. I can understand that. I don’t really have a life either, but I never do my laundry until it threatens to swallow my apartment whole. I hate laundry,
he said.
I do too. That’s why I do it every Friday night like clockwork. It never piles up and I never have to do eight loads in one night. You do realize we just started eight loads of laundry for you, right?
Don’t remind me. I don’t even want to think about it,
he told her. Thanks for the help, by the way. I’m sure I’ll be thrilled when my socks stay white and don’t turn pink from my red t-shirts.
No problem. I had nothing better to do while I sit here and wait for my clothes to dry,
she said.
I’m Alex,
he said holding his hand out to her to shake.
She took his hand in hers. "I’m Rose. Please don’t quote Romeo and Juliet to me."
He looked puzzled. "Why would I quote Romeo and Juliet? Oh! I get it. That whole a rose by any other name
or something like that."
Yes and every literate male I meet quotes that to me. You seem literate, but don’t do it. It gets old fast.
He laughed, I can understand that. No one ever quotes Shakespeare to me. Does that mean that there’s something wrong with me?
He had his head tilted to the side as if he was genuinely worried about the fact.
Nope. It just means your parents didn’t name you after a flower.
Rose sighed heavily. She’d always hated her name. She’d thought about going by her middle name, but that was Lily, which was just as bad. Her mother had a gardening obsession.
I have to say, I’m really glad they didn’t.
She grinned, I don’t know. It could have been a good conversation starter. Do you mind if I call you Tulip?
He loved the impish grin on her face as if she was daring him to agree to her suggestion.
How about I just come up with a conversation starter instead?
He sat thinking for a moment. Okay, I got it. Are you ready?
His brown eyes