Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“You’ll text me if you need anything?” she asks.
I nod, feeling lucky to have an aunt like Jenny. She’s only fifteen years older than me, so she’s always felt like more of a cool big sister than an aunt.
She steps closer, studying my face critically before grabbing the eyeliner out of my hand. “Okay, step aside. We’re going to take this from sweet girl next door to ‘I might ruin your life.’”
I laugh as she leans in, steadying my chin with a firm grip. “This is the secret sauce,” she says, applying a subtle smudge of smoky liner on the corners of my eyes. “This is the kind of look that gets you pinned against a wall in the best possible way.”
“I could use some of that,” I say, eyes wide as I try not to blink.
“Trust me,” she says with a mischievous grin. “It drives men absolutely feral.”
I roll my eyes playfully but feel a thrill as I glance at the mirror. She's right—it does look hot.
Jenny hands me a tube of lipstick. “This too. Subtle. No gloss. You want it to smudge just a little to get him wondering what your lips would look like after a hot make-out session.”
My cheeks warm, but I take it from her with a smirk. “You’re kind of terrifying.”
“And you’re kind of a knockout,” she says, stepping back with her hands on her hips like she’s proud of her work. “Now go knock him dead.”
Just then, headlights flutter through the bathroom window. My pulse jumps.
“That him?” she whispers, peeking outside.
“Yeah,” I breathe.
She whistles low. “Damn. That man is trouble in flannel.”
I grab my purse, heart pounding like crazy. “Wish me luck.”
Jenny grins. “You don’t need luck, sweetheart. You’ve got the eyes.”
I’m laughing as I head to the door to greet him. I’ve been thinking about this moment all afternoon, but I’m still not prepared to see Magnus filling the doorway with his massive frame. He looks completely edible in a flannel shirt rolled up at the sleeves and dark jeans that fit way too well.
I can tell he tried to style his hair to the side, but it’s thick and unruly and popping up in a few places, refusing to be tamed. I love it. I just want to run my hands through it as I straddle his big body.
And he trimmed his beard. He’s sexy all cleaned up.
But it’s those eyes… God, they’re so green. So bright. So full of possessive fire as he stares at me like we might not make it to the restaurant. That heated gaze is running up and down my body, giving me tingles all over. “You look… breathtaking.”
“Thank you,” I say shyly. “Should we go?”
He offers his big arm and I take it as we head to his truck. My heart is pounding with nerves, excitement, anticipation, and maybe even… fate.
He opens my door and never takes his eyes off me as I climb in. I’m filled with first date jitters as I watch him walk around the hood of the truck to the driver’s side. I haven’t been on many dates. None, really, now that I think about it. I went on one, but the guy was only using me to make his ex jealous. He brought me to the restaurant where she worked and she was our waitress. Yeah.
And there was the guy who stood me up and the guy who brought me to a Pokémon card convention and then ditched me—I think he just needed me to drive him—and the guy who turned up twenty years older than his profile pic. I just snuck out of the coffee shop without him seeing me on that one.
Yeah. Louisville hasn’t exactly been a bastion of love for me. I haven’t even been kissed, let alone anything else. Maybe I’m meant for one of these Montana boys instead. This one is definitely getting my pulse racing.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask when he gets in the truck.
“There’s not much fancy around here,” he says while he backs out of the driveway. “But we have a fun place called The Rusty Note. They have live music, fun drinks, and great food. Does that sound okay?”
“It sounds amazing,” I say, excited for a fun night out for once. “I walked by it this afternoon. It looked fun.”
I catch those sexy green eyes stealing a glimpse of my legs and then I hear a low growl rumbling through the truck.
I don’t mind. I’m stealing glances too. At those big hands gripping the steering wheel, at his muscular thighs filling out those jeans, and that beautiful face. It’s gorgeous from all angles. I keep noticing something different each time like the faint freckle near his temple, or the way his jaw flexes when he shifts gears, or the little scar on his neck that makes me want to lean over and kiss it.