Total pages in book: 296
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Once the liquor is flowing through my veins, we sashay onto the dance floor and shake our asses. Martina McBride blares through the room, and we sing along to an oldie but a goodie as loud as we can. The music fades, and a slow song comes on, and I’m brought back to being that girl who isn’t asked to dance as Maize and Kenzie go off with two guys. Instead of letting it get to me, I go back to the bar with Elle and order a cocktail as I get lost in my thoughts on being single forever.
“How’s work going?” I ask her.
She groans. “Busy, as usual. I work nonstop.”
I chuckle. “Well, your boss is drop-dead gorgeous, so it can’t be that bad to be around him all the time.”
“True. He’s a walking, talking wet dream. I think people feed their dogs chocolate just so they can get an emergency home visit from him. It’s pathetic. I mean, I get the allure, but he’s kinda an asshole, which is a total turn-off.” She smiles, but there’s something more behind her tone.
“Who’s an asshole?” Kenzie walks up and asks as Maize continues dancing with this tall, good-looking fellow.
“Dr. Connor Wallen.” Elle says his full name with an eye roll. “He’s good with animals and turns on the charm with their owners, but behind closed doors, he’s brooding and snappy,” she explains. “And that’s after he’s had his morning coffee.”
“Oh damn.” I chuckle, thinking how it sounds like Dr. Wallen needs to get laid and how long it’s been since Elle’s been in a relationship. She could probably help turn his attitude around.
“The things I’d let him do to me.” Kenzie releases a dreamy sigh, elbowing Elle in the arm.
“Before I forget, who’s that guy who works with Diesel again?” Elle asks, noticeably changing the subject away from her boss. I glance out on the dance floor and notice Maize still’s shaking her ass with a guy who seems super interested in her.
“You’re probably talking about Grayson. A little shorter than Diesel, sandy brown hair,” I describe him and watch as Kenzie tenses. We make eye contact, but she tucks her bleach blond hair behind her ear and pretends it’s nothing, but I saw her reaction.
“Yeah, that sounds like him. Is he new? I saw Diesel with him the other day when I was dropping something off for Uncle John.” Elle glances at Kenzie.
“What? I don’t know anything about Grayson.” Kenzie sucks on her straw, checking out of the conversation, which causes me to laugh. I’ve noticed she snaps at him any chance they’re in the same room together, though she’s never given us a reason. She only says he’s annoying and leaves it at that.
“He’s been around for five or six months. I think he’s Kenzie’s age,” I tell Elle, glancing at Kenzie.
She shrugs with a look of indifference. “So? Doesn’t mean I know anything about him.”
I laugh at her expression, but I see something in her eyes. She’s not telling us something, but I don’t push her on it.
A few minutes later, Maize joins us and orders a drink too. We all turn and look at her.
“Please tell me you got his number,” I say, looking past her at the sexy guy across the room she was grinding against the last few songs.
She shakes her head. “He didn’t ask me for mine, and I wasn’t gonna dare to make the first move. It’s all the validation I need to know I’ll end up a nun or single forever with forty-seven cats. There are no good-looking, single men around here.”
I stand, lifting my hand, and Maize gives me a high-five. “Same, sis. Same.”
A few more slow songs play, and eventually, the mood in the room changes as Shania Twain blasts out about men not impressing her very much. I’m pretty sure this is my theme song. One reason this country bar stands out above the others is they always play old-school country songs. It brings me back to being a kid and the music my grandparents always have playing in their house.
I know I need to stop drinking, or I’ll be trashed before midnight. I order a glass of water and chug it so I don’t have a hangover tomorrow. When I’d go out with my friends in college, it was the only way I wouldn’t be sick the next day.
As soon as Rednex comes on, the entire room starts line dancing. I’m honestly having an amazing time with my cousins. The four of us can’t stop laughing as we nearly trip on each other to “Cotton Eye Joe.” Drunk people were not taken into consideration when this dance was invented, but it’s another reason I love to wear my cowboy boots. Heels are just too dangerous. Kenzie and I stumble around and nearly take Maize and Elle down with us. We are those basic girls wearing skirts and being obnoxious at the bar, but I don’t care what anyone thinks. Maize encourages me to take more shots with her and to keep dancing. She’s the life of the party right now, and I’m living for it.