Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
“I’m starting to realize that.” Her gaze returns to mine, and she says, “He’s supposed to be here tonight. I asked him to come.”
“You should talk to him and tell him your real feelings.”
“Probably. Either way it goes down, I’ll get an answer.” The car stops.
The driver says, “We’re here, ladies. Make sure to call me if you need a ride home.”
“Thank you.” I open the door and slip out, reaching in to grab my hat from where it was set between us. I put on the dark brown felted cowboy hat as the pièce de résistance to my outfit. My brown leather boots reach just under my knee and have seen everything from countless rodeos to twirling around the dance floor more than a few times. The white skirt with eyelet trim is Savvy’s, but she insisted, and since I fell in love with it, it was an easy decision. The denim vest exposes my midriff but hugs my chest just right.
I hope Griffin likes my outfit.
Savvy tips him on the app, then slides across the seat to get out next to me. When she shuts the door, she pulls on her own hat and catches my arm before we go in. “Just remember that falling fast doesn’t mean it’s not real. You both know what you’re doing and are both on board, so if he makes you happy, I’m happy for you.” Her head bobbles as laughter trickles from her. “It’s like watching destiny play out in a fairy tale right before my eyes. It’s romantic that you’re meeting for real this time around instead of only for a roll in the hay.”
“Trust me, no hay was involved.” I laugh too as we walk to the front entrance of Whiskey’s. I may have gotten her approval, but it’s her support that means the most to me. Heaven knows my parents aren’t going to be happy. “Thousand thread count sheets were, though.”
“Okay, that’s too much.” After grabbing the handle, she tugs the door open while laughing. Holding it open for me, she says, “You don’t have to listen to a word I say. But you do need to consider all angles of this situation, including Jacob’s.” She’s not wrong, but would I be if I just had fun tonight? There’s always tomorrow to face reality. The music filters out through the open door, the lights shining into the darkness around us. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.” I walk into a busy Friday night. The volume of conversations being had from as far back in the corner where some guys play darts to the closer end of the bar to us almost drowns out the music. The band plays on the backstage as couples two-step their way around the dance floor.
If we wanted a drink, it would be hard to figure out where to even squeeze in to place an order. But a drink is a priority to calm the nervous energy overtaking me. I’m both excited and anxious about seeing Griffin again. I do like him, but so much still lies unsaid between us. What happens when it all comes to light? Will he still like me, then?
I sidle up between two guys talking to other people and wait for the bartender’s attention. Savvy stands close. But then I hear, “What are you drinking?”
I turn to see it’s not my cousin at all. A black cowboy hat shadows Griffin’s face, but those blue eyes pierce, setting my heart on fire and my pulse to quicken beyond my control. The smile he seems to save only for me touches his lips, and he stands so close there’s no mistaking we’re together. Even if we’re not, technically, we are tonight.
“I’m thinking about tequila.”
When his hand slides across the bare skin of my back, he dips his fingertips under the hem of the denim vest. Shaking his head, he chuckles. “Nothing good happens when tequila is involved.”
“I drank a lot of it the night I met you in Costa Rica.”
“Okay, so some good things happen.” He tips the brim of my hat up before he leans down to kiss me. Licking his lips once he pulls back, he whispers, “You’ve never looked sexier, Little Chirp.” He wavers his head but then smiles again. “Except when you were wearing my hat in that bed. I can’t choose which I like better.”
I slide my hand down the front of the pearl snaps on his western shirt, stopping just before I hit his hard as Rocky Mountains abs. “Good thing you don’t have to. You can have both tonight.” Am I jumping five steps ahead? Yep. Do I care when I’m close to him like this? Absolutely not.
“Don’t write checks you can’t cash, sweetheart.”
“I can cash it, alright.” God, I feel inspired and beautiful when he looks at me like he is now, like I’m the golden ticket he found in a Willy Wonka candy bar. “But I’m starting to wonder if you can handle a windfall.” I drag a finger up his chest, neck, and flick the tip off that sexy, scruffy chin of his. “It’s like winning the lottery.”