Anyone And You Read Online Jack Whitney

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors:

Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)

Des has always been up for blind dates. She loves the challenge, the unknown, the excitement of not knowing who to expect. It’s a thrill she’s chased as long as she can remember. But when she sees her crabby neighbor, Axel, striding across the park in her direction and realizes he is the one she’s meeting, she can’t help but laugh.
A full afternoon of fun at the local Equinox festival, with the grump of 7B is what awaits her. Her plan is to simply get him to laugh once, but… She gets a little more than she ever expected.
A blind date nightmare, or that’s what Axel thinks when he arrives at the setup, only to find the bane of his existence, his neighbor from across the hall, waiting on the park bench. It could have been anyone… anyone… but it was her.
It was always her.



HAVE YOU EVER had a date that completely swept you off your feet and had you feeling butterflies for days after—checking your phone for the next cute text, hoping they ask you out again?

Yeah, me either.

Maybe that’s why I’d always loved blind dates instead of the usual online dating trend. Expectations? A nice face and a good fuck at the end of the night would do—preferably in some public place, so I never had to worry about the awkward moments of kicking him out, having to fake it to get him to finish, or, on the rare occasion, the silent car ride to his apartment.

I bristled at that thought. I’d rather get caught and flash someone a view of my ass before enduring those situations.

Or maybe that’s just me.

The cool autumn breeze swept around me as I walked through the park to my blind date that night. I was a little antsy about this one. Mutual friends set it up—an entire night at the local Equinox Festival, including all the cutesy things like hay bales and carnival rides.

I was so fucking excited. Regardless of who it was I was meeting, I knew I would have fun. And if he was dull, I could always leave him and have plenty to do on my own. Eat a funnel cake. Play a few games. Talk to the local vendors and see what they make. Get lost in the Hall of Mirrors. Finish myself off on the Ferris wheel or the spinning tea cups.

You know, the usual things one does at a fall festival.

That thrill made me smile as I continued walking up the hill to the bench where I was supposed to meet my date. I had to walk on my toes, careful not to trip with my thick-heeled boots sinking into the grass. I could already hear the live music playing on the stage, the laughter and screams from the carnival rides strumming over the air. The breeze carried the smells of the festival on it—sweet cinnamon, apples, freshly stirred dirt, and a bite of clean chill.


It smelled like the perfect autumn candle, and I wanted to bottle it up and bring it back to my apartment to burn year-round.

As I reached the top of the hill, I looked around the other benches for any sign of my date. I was told he’d bring a sunflower, and I was to wear a grey sweater and boots. But that was all the information I’d been given besides my friends’ approval of him.

All the people on the benches were families, couples, and a few children—no single man carrying a sunflower. I chose a bench, took my phone out, and sat to wait on him. I was a few minutes early, about five to be exact, so I pulled up the camera on my phone and decided to take a few pictures while I waited.

Golden hour in autumn was a different breed than golden hour any other time of the year. The hour before sunset—the autumn sun had a way of hitting the trees and cascading light that practically melted yellows, golds, and purples into the air. It was my favorite time of the year as a photographer. As I composed a photo of a couple under a changing sugar maple tree, I made a note to come back the next night with my Sony camera.

I took a few photos of the trees, of a leaf on the bench beside me, and one of me waiting—just my legs in view, the maple tree, the leaf, and the hill in the background. As I looked through them, posting the one of me waiting on social media, I realized I had completely missed that I’d also gotten my mystery man in the photo's background.

My gaze shot up as I closed the phone, and my heart skipped in the usual rushing way it did upon finding out who I was meeting on a blind date.