Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
But, since he owned a ranch, there really was no telling unless I was willing to get up close and smell it.
“What can I get y’all?” I repeated when no one said anything.
“Are you doing something other than the grilled cheese today?” Posy asked, voice filled with mirth.
I wasn’t in a bad mood just yet, at least I shouldn’t be anyway, but the day was still young.
“No, you can order from the regular menu if you’re interested,” I offered, still not looking him in the eyes. “It is eight in the morning, though. People tend to want to order off a breakfast menu.”
He wasn’t.
He ordered his usual with a grin, letting me know that he was aware that he’d just annoyed me by asking me that question and then doing the exact opposite of what the question alluded to.
I didn’t say anything as I kept my eyes on the notepad instead of looking up at him like my mind was screaming at me to do.
“I’ll have the sampler,” the other biker said, causing me to look up. “I’m starving. Is it a lot of food?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Four eggs, two bacon, two sausage, two biscuits, one thick slice of French toast and two pancakes.”
“Damn,” he said. “Can you add some toast to it?”
“It’ll be an extra dollar,” I answered.
“That’s fine.” He patted his belly. “I feel like I could hack it.”
“You’re an anesthesiologist,” the woman chirped. “Of course you can afford it.”
“Silver, you don’t know me,” the other biker said.
“I think since you’re married to my sister,” the woman, Silver, said, “I know you pretty well.”
I walked off, definitely not in the mood for their banter.
“Oh, you forgot me!” the woman called out.
“I’ll be right back,” I lied.
I wouldn’t.
Maybe I’d send Fiona back.
I didn’t think I could deal with the woman’s cheeriness.
And I didn’t go back.
Not for a full twenty minutes.
Fiona did get their full orders, though.
And another woman that hadn’t been there earlier was now there. Blonde. Curly hair.
Cute as hell like the other woman at the table.
They all definitely fit well together.
I gritted my teeth when their order came up in the window.
Fiona was with another customer, meaning that I had no other choice but to get it to them myself.
Fuck.
Ten
Have you ever seen a tea kettle start to steam? That’s how women are, too. When you see the steam, you should definitely push them more.
—Posy to a new prospect
POSY
She was angry.
I could tell she was angry.
Her eyes were damn near molten when they met mine for a brief second across the room.
She turned her back on me and grabbed the food out of the window, stacking it expertly on one arm.
“She’s cute,” Silver observed.
“She’s really cute,” Silver’s sister and twin, Aella, agreed. “I like her. She’s feisty.” Aella paused. “Is this the scared Snow White looking woman we’re talking about, or the angry one that keeps sending death glares at Posy every time she looks over here?”
“Death Glare.” Silver snickered. “What did you do to piss her off so bad, Posy?”
I had no idea.
But I knew that anger I could see was directed at me. I just had no idea why.
I didn’t comment.
Mostly because I liked her, too.
I liked her too much.
And she came with a shit load of problems that I didn’t have time for.
It was time to brand cattle, cut off a few balls, and vaccinate. And it was all hands on deck.
Aella, Silver, Chevy, Cutter and his wife, Milena, had all volunteered to help me out today.
We were just waiting for Cutter and Milena to get here, then we’d head back to the farm and get ready.
I’d spent the morning setting up, wishing that Scottie was there to help.
But she’d gone off to college the past weekend, my little helper on her way to bigger and brighter things.
I’d deposited her in the dorm this past Saturday, thankful that she didn’t have a suite mate this semester.
Hopefully I could pull off the impossible again for her next semester.
She deserved her privacy.
Plus, having roommates really fuckin’ sucked.
Angry, stomping footsteps—which seemed impossible when those feet were wearing flip-flops—started toward us, bringing my mind back to the present.
“Who had what again?” she asked as she stood there holding out the sampler.
“That one is mine,” Chevy sounded amused. “Thanks.”
She passed all the food out, leaving mine for last.
She all but tossed it on the table in front of me and stormed off.
“Whoa,” Aella snickered. “Bro. You should apologize.”
“For what?” I asked.
“For whatever you did to make her mad,” Chevy chortled. “Jesus.”
I didn’t know what I’d done to piss her off, which meant I didn’t have any clue what to apologize for.
Then again, what should I have to apologize for? I know I didn’t do anything to make her that mad.
I was just existing over here today.
The doors opened and Milena and Cutter arrived, heading to our table after a quick look around.