Here’s another snippet from my WIP, “Cinderella Wears Blue Jeans.” It’s very raw, so any feedback will be appreciated. This is six months later, and is from Max’s POV.
“Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” Eve Preston gives me one of her killer grins.
“Can it, Preston, and see what you can do about getting me the hell out of here.”
Eve feigns a southern accent even though Colorado isn’t in the deep south. “Why, sir, how could a simple small-town girl like me be conversant on the subject of making connections. You’re the one who knows everything.”
“Leave it to you to use the word ‘conversant’ and call me a Mr.-Know-It-All in the same sentence.” Yesterday, I was a hot shot paramedic saving lives. More than three hundred people in Dannville depend on me. I think of the woman who’d fallen in her house and never bothered to call me and ask for help. She probably needed me, too, but had been too proud, or too embarrassed about her crappy cleaning skills, to call. Then I’d fallen on the ice in a stupid skiing accident so I couldn’t lend a hand anyway. “I want to get out of here and go home.”
“All in due time, Hot Shot.”