Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“A cosmo,” my eyes meet Debbie’s. She has a straight poker face meanwhile I’m having to swallow my sip of drink as fast as possible in fear I’ll choke. JW would never order a fruity type of drink, he’s a beer drinker through and through. The Johnson brothers have the same taste when it comes to alcohol. Only Trey likes to dabble in the hard stuff and pull the others in with him on a bet.
“Of course, I’ll be right back with your order. The menus are on the table, today’s chef special is mini crab cakes, cowboy lobster bisque, and bison flank steak.” My mouth waters at cowboy lobster bisque along with their wedge salad. I could also eat my weight in their warm bread lathered in butter.
“So, Maeve, tell me about yourself,” Clayton picks up the conversation once Debbie leaves the table. The only problem is, we’ve done the small talk via the dating app, he knows I’m a baker. I know he’s a real estate agent, lives a few towns over, and is looking for a wife to settle down with. Yep, the app is nothing if not thorough.
“You know I’m a baker, own a bakery, and enjoy coming up with new desserts. I have two older sisters and I’ve grown up here in Arrowleaf,” small talk is not my forte. I’m more of a sit back and observe type of person, a lot can be said with little to no words. It’s others that feel they need to disturb the comfortable quietness with talking.
“Any chance you’d be willing to move away?” I slide my drink toward me, something tells me I’m going to need more than one to get through this dinner.
“Nope, I’ll never leave Arrowleaf. This is my home, my business is here, and so is my family.” My lips wrap around the cute straw Prime Cuts uses with every drink. Their attention to detail, good food, and excellent service makes the restaurant one of the busiest in our town.
“Interesting,” Clayton says something else. I nod my head at appropriate times meanwhile my gaze is caught on the man who just walked through the door of Prime Cuts. Is Mercury in Gatorade or something? He’s tall, built from his time on the ranch and farriering horses. Arm muscles that are literal porn and my god his back. I’ve only seen him in a tight fitted cotton shirt, I can’t even imagine him without one. Okay, fine, I can, and I have. I’m sure it doesn’t do him any justice either.
Tonight, JW is wearing a pearl snap button down shirt, jeans, boots, and a black cowboy hat. A far cry from what the man who’s currently yammering about real estate booming around our state and how he’s selling more property than ever. Clayton doesn’t have my attention at all, my eyes are solely focused on a certain cowboy, and when our gazes clash, it’s not me that shies away this time, it’s none other than JW. I lose his deep sky-blue eyes and while I try to shut down what I’ve felt for the big jerk, the task seems impossible. It’s clear, Clayton won’t be the one to help keep my mind away from JW. I’m not sure anyone can.
“Excuse me Clayton, I’ll be right back. I’ve got to use the restroom,” I go to stand up, Clayton does similar. He has manners, seems like a nice guy, minus the fact he’s not JW, he’d be perfect for someone who isn’t me.
“Of course,” I grab my purse, knowing I’ll be making a phone call to my sisters. I’m going to need them to help me escape this farce of a date and these damn feelings I have for JW Johnson.