Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Old wooden barrels used over time also help with the decor. Dark brown leather stools surround the bar, while little round tables scatter against the outer wall area. “This is fabulous,” I admire, turning around as Lilah walks farther into the bar.
“Oh look, there is Brock and Everleigh,” she points out, grabbing my hand, and she follows Emmett as he zigzags through the tables. Stopping beside a table that seats about six but only two people are sitting there.
“Where is our daughter?” he asks the couple, seated beside each other. His hand is draped over the back of her chair, and her head is leaned close to his.
“She’s with my mother and Oliver,” Everleigh replies, ignoring the hissy fit that Emmett just pulled. “Hi, Sierra.” She moves her head to the side, eyeing me. “Excuse the brute,” she says, “I’m Everleigh.” I smile. “We met when you came down last time.” She looks at Lilah. “But there were so many new faces, you probably don’t remember.”
“You brought the donuts,” I say, walking beside her. I pull out the chair, sitting in it, and she smiles at me. “I have to say, I’ve been dreaming about them since I left. I brought six home with me and even my parents said they were amazing. I had to ration out the leftover ones, and then one night I had a nightmare they would go bad, so I ate them all for breakfast the next morning.”
The smile on her face is from ear to ear. She tosses her long black hair over her shoulder. “Tell me more,” she jokes. “I’m kidding. Maybe.” She rolls her eyes. “This is my husband, Brock.” She motions to the man sitting next to her. His black hair is pushed away from his face, his dark eyes looking at me as he nods and picks up his beer before he takes a pull of it. Not saying a word to me.
“Nice to see you again, Brock,” I tell him. “You have a little girl, right?” He nods. “Saige?”
“That would be her.” He turns to look at the server, who comes over to take our order.
“Excuse him,” Everleigh says. “He’s not fit for company.”
I give a short snort as I order myself a dirty martini. “I think it’s a common theme with the men in this area.” I pick up my hand and do a small circle of the table, making the girls laugh. Lilah sits beside me, with Emmett between her and Brock.
“What are you doing in town?” Everleigh asks me. “Are you visiting again?”
I smile as I look over at Lilah who sits down with the biggest grin on her face. “No. I just bought a house here.”
Everleigh gasps out while Lilah claps her hands soundlessly with glee. “No way. Where?”
“On Preston Street,” I tell them and I hope they know where it is, because I wouldn’t even know in what direction to tell them to go.
“Oh, that’s near Brady,” she says and I look over at Lilah.
“He owns this bar.” Lilah fills me in on who Brady is. “He’s Charlie’s brother-in-law.”
“Got it,” I say of the mention of him. I’m sure I met him the last time I was here but I can’t picture him.
“Well, that’s exciting. When do you move in?” Everleigh asks as the guys exchange about five words to each other.
“Next week,” I answer her as the server comes over and places the glass down in front of me. At the same time, my eyes move to the door, and I see him walking in with four other men. He is laughing at something one of them said, and my heart literally speeds up. Caleb is wearing dark jeans and a light-gray hooded sweater, the sleeves pulled up to his elbows, showing off his thick, tanned arms. He lifts his left hand with his silver Rolex on it and runs it through his dark brown hair. He must sense me staring at him because his eyes find mine, and the smile on his face gets even bigger. His eyes go up as he nods his chin toward me.
“Oh, Caleb is here.” Brock pushes away from the table. “I have to speak to him about the crane he was looking for.” He gets up and makes his way to the bar where Caleb and his four friends are.
“I have no idea what they are going to talk about,” Emmett says, getting up and bending to kiss Lilah, “but I’m sure it will be better than listening to you girls gab.”
I can’t help but laugh at his directness before I bring my glass to my lips and take a sip. “So you guys know Caleb?” I ask the table and see Everleigh hide her smile as she reaches for her glass of whiskey, then she looks over at Lilah.