Here's the premise: It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc.
And here's the excerpt, continuing from where we left off:
Peering through the frosted glass, her eyes widened. He was tall, and wearing a hat, if she wasn’t mistaken. One of those old fedoras that had recently made a comeback. She pulled open the door and smiled. “A whole seven minutes early,” she said, breathless.
“Woulda been eight if you’d opened the door a little sooner.” He had a scrumptious southern accent on top of the deep voice--a Georgia boy, born and raised. The one-two punch smacked her right in the lady parts.
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