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)
“Yes, please.” She grabs a mug and a caraffe of coffee, and I’m filled up in no time. Then she’s heading to help someone else.
“One day, she’ll leave that asshole,” I say to JW.
“Been saying that for years. Ryland has been trying just as much. No dice.” That’s an interesting turn of events seeing as how my younger brother made a comment about him being the last man standing. Ry has been hell bent on not dating and practically staying a monk since Case became his. I’ll have to nudge the bear here soon if he doesn’t elaborate. JW turns to look at me. “Ry also told me it looks like you’ve got Sienna back where you want her. How do you think that’s gonna go over with Amos?”
“Like a turd in a punch bowl, but ask me if I care. Been too damn long without her. Finally have her back. Not gonna let her go.” I take a healthy sip of my black coffee, burning my tastebuds in the process. Damn, not sure whose coffee pot burns hotter, the diner's or Amos’.
“About damn time. I swear every damn one of us is thick headed. Takes almost losing our women for us to go after them.” Damn, when you put it like that, it all makes sense.
“Guess we better have a talk with Ryland. That little bit of information you dropped about Sutton is all too telling.” I barely get the words out before she’s back.
“Is there anything else I can get you guys?” Sutton asks.
“I’m good with coffee.” I’m still stuffed from breakfast.
“I’ll have the special. Maeve had to open today, meant I was up with her, and she didn’t have time to eat breakfast. Speaking of, can I get the waffles, bacon, and grits to go?” JW says to Sutton.
“Of course. I’ll put your order in and then hers a bit later so it’s nice and hot.” Sutton taps on the counter before heading toward the till to put JW’s order in.
“I’ll talk to Ry, unless you want to,” I offer.
“Be better coming from you. If we all rallied around him, he’d close the fuck down. First thing he’s gotta make sure of is that she isn’t hurting in a permanent kind of way.” JW tips his head toward Sutton.
“Motherfucker,” I grunt, not even wanting to think about that subject. My phone vibrates in my shirt pocket. Last week, I wouldn’t have been caught dead toting the damn thing around. Shit has changed. Sienna made me realize the random calls or texts in the middle of the day are worth carrying around the damn thing.
“Well, this is cute. Figures only Sienna would be the one to get you to carry that thing around.” Sutton brings JW’s meal, shutting him up and giving me the time to answer my phone.
Sienna: Hey, I hate to ask this of you seeing as how you paid for Champ’s vet bill, but could you pick him up if you’re still in town (we’re still not done talking about you paying for him.)
She gave me hell last night when were in bed, her cuddled into my side and drawing random designs on my chest. The conversation didn’t last long. We were both naked, and I learned real quick how to shut her up and get my way while doing so.
Me: Finishing up having coffee with JW, then I’ll head to Tallulah’s. We’re not discussing my paying for Champ. Mark that off your list and realize I’m going to do what I can for you when I can.
Sienna: Fine, we’ll agree to disagree. I’ll pay you back in some way.
Me: A repeat performance of this morning will do.
Sienna: You won’t hear me complaining.
Me: Love you, sugar.
Sienna: I love you.
“Alright, I’m out of here. Gotta go get Sienna’s pup from Tully.” I finish my cup of coffee. JW continues eating, and I throw a ten-dollar bill on the counter to cover my portion plus a tip.
“Later. Sure I’ll be seeing you around,” my brother returns. I look over at Sutton, nod my head from her to the counter, letting her know what I’ve done. She gives me a wave in acknowledgement, and then I head out of the diner.
EIGHTEEN
SIENNA
“The cat is going to be out of the bag now.” The relief rolls off me in waves as I have a sense of déjà vu getting out of the truck after working with Genny all day. This morning, I dodged a bullet. I could tell it pissed Trey off that I didn’t respond. After a good long talk with Genevieve, I let her know I’d be talking to Trey and Amos, and with the way the two of them cackle like hens, everyone would know, and we should probably start getting the storefront up and running sooner rather than later.