Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
“If she doesn’t, it won’t take her long to whip something up, though if you want to keep your secret safe for a little while longer, you may want to keep Sienna’s name out of it.” I arch my eyebrow. “Yeah, JW has totally told her already. Damn, that girl can keep a secret. I’m impressed.” Tallulah and I have a laugh, then I bid my goodbye, offer to lock the door to the office, and head on out.
FOURTEEN
SIENNA
“Someone is clearly in the early stages of a relationship,” Genny greets me as I’m walking through the warehouse steps. I texted her frantically after looking at the time when the water ran cold in my bath. The way she comes in clutch in the best and worst of times. God, she’s freaking amazing. I did promise to stop by Maeve’s place to grab real coffee that isn’t black with cream and sugar, meaning I went to Whisked Away, chatted with Maeve for a few minutes, and noticed JW looking at me like he knew I slept with his brother. We shared a look, and he let out a low chuckle. Clearly, Trey’s ally is his brother JW, whereas mine is Genevieve.
“Sorry, sorry. I promised I’d be here at opening, but then, well, orgasms happened. All. Night. Long.” I pause between each word. Today, she asked for a lavender latte. I went for a maple bourbon iced coffee, and of course, I brought two cheese Danishes.
“Girl, I do not mind at all. Someone should be getting O’s. Obviously, it isn’t me because I’m still looking for a cowboy of my own.” She puts her hand up. She’s still clean, so no paint is flinging at me. Yet. I give her another hour before she’ll be messier than me, not that it means much. I’ll be working on the batch I made a few days ago. It’s time to put them in the kiln and then put the ones Genevieve painted yesterday in the other kiln. And since I’m done making coffee mugs, bowls, and trinket dishes, I’m going to do some painting of my own.
“Well, I gave you options. It’s not my fault you turned your nose up at them.” I sit down at the table, pull my phone out, and see that Tully sent a picture of “Bucket.”
Tully: A certain puppy wanted to say hello. He’s doing great, keeping food and water down, playing fetch. His bloodwork came back normal, which is a relief in itself considering how emaciated and dehydrated he was. Along with the fleas and ticks we found on him. Some people are a disgrace to humanity. Anyways, the owners officially relinquished him. I still have to do a hold by state law, but by this weekend, he should be good to go home with you.
The picture attached is of him sitting pretty, a ball in his mouth, and his coat is shiny, no longer matted and dirty. He does have a long way to go, but he’s far better already.
Me: Oh my gosh, there’s a night and day difference. And really? He’s healthy and he’ll be mine? I guess I better stock up on pet supplies and figure out a new name for him.
“Look at him!” I turn the phone around to show Genny. Her face lights up. I’m sure I have a similar look on my face.
“He’s a cutie. Did you figure out a name yet?”
“No, and I get to take him home this weekend, so I need to work on that as soon as possible.” I relay the message Tallulah told me.
“Okay, so let’s get this started. Jasper? Max?” she asks. I shake my head. “What about the road name he was on? That would be kind of neat.”
“Route 99 would be kind of odd, don’t you think?” Genny laughs at my lame joke.
“You’d be right about that. Okay, back to the drawing board.” We go back and forth, her throwing names out, me doing the same, until I finally land on one that has me surprised.
“What about Champ?” I suggest.
“I can see it, plus you know he’s a champion to win at life with getting you as a dog mom,” Genny says.
“Alright, that’s settled. Now, let’s get back to finding you a man.” I clear my throat. “Ahem, my brother is available.” I polish off my Danish and wait for her to make yet another excuse. Oh, how I love my best friend, and one day, she’s going to let herself go and enjoy her life.
“Amos is a workaholic. I’m a workaholic. I think we’d mix like oil and water. Ryland is handsome, but everyone in this town knows he’s untouchable.” Genny has more tea than I do, and I grew up here my whole life. Though once I’m off work and Trey isn’t around, the only thing I want is to be back on the farm, walking down the dirt road, venturing off into the woods, or sitting down near the pond when the sun is setting.