Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
I had to work really hard at not turning my face so I could see him better, but in the end it didn’t work, and I turned slightly so I could see him with my limited vision.
He smiled, producing the dimples, when he saw my struggle. “Seems to me you should be thankful you can see it at all. Try not to push it. You’re perfect either way it goes.”
With a soft kiss on my nose, he grabbed my hand and pulled me in his wake.
The butterflies that are always present when he’s within arm distance to me turned into goddamn bats, and I had to restrain myself from making happy little sounds as he guided me into the restaurant.
I was just inside the door when I was jostled to the side by a cute little blonde girl.
Then, I shit you not, she threw herself forward, pushing me even further away and falling to the floor like a piece of paper. Slow and smooth.
Then she started crying.
“My ankle!” She cried.
Her voice was annoying, and I wanted to kick her.
Trance, of freakin’ course, let go of my hand, and helped the unfortunate girl up.
“You okay, Tillie?” Trance asked worriedly.
Trance spoke to her as if he knew her. With the satisfied smirk she sent my way when Trance dropped to his haunches to examine her ankle, I knew immediately that they’d been lovers.
Trying my best to not run away, I started walking quickly, only for Foster and Miller to flank me.
“Where ya running to, Vidalia?” Foster asked as he took my elbow.
“Nowhere. I just wanted to sit down. Have y’all ever been here before?” I asked politely.
I wasn’t thinking about that woman having her hands on my man. I mean Trance. Trance was not mine. Even though I’d like him to be. But I came with too much baggage.
When we moved up to the hostess stand, the young girl stared at the two men at my sides in awe. “Uhhh,” she said. “How many?”
I shrugged. I honestly had no clue. Close to twenty though, at least. Maybe I could get a separate table for the snake and Trance.
“Thirty?” I asked.
“That’s okay. I’ll just give you the banquet room. It seats up to fifty.” The young girl said as she blushed profusely.
“That’s fine, thank you.” Foster gave her a devilish smile.
Impossibly, she turned even redder before grabbing nearly all the menus and walking away quickly.
“I think you have an admirer.” I said and laid my head down on Foster’s shoulder.
A not amused voice cleared his throat behind us before saying, “What’s going on?”
I glared at him before turning back around, keeping a death grip on the two males’ arms.
“Y’all have incredibly large arms. Do y’all work out a lot?” I asked.
I hadn’t meant it to be funny, but the two men laughed uproariously.
“Oh, God. That was a good one.” Miller said, running the back of his hand across his eyes.
“What?” I asked.
Miller looked down into my eyes, and I was struck again at how much he looked like Trance.
“We work out every single day and then some.” He answered soberly. “This is our first week off in nearly a year.”
I squeezed his bicep tightly before dropping it.
Walking to the opposite side of the table, I picked the seat that had the wall to my side, leaving only one opening on my right, and sat down.
I’d hoped that Miller or Foster would get the seat, but of course Trance did.
Miller and Foster took the seats across from us, while the stupid little bitch, Tillie, took the seat on Trance’s right, effectively ruining my entire meal.
My sister and Kettle sat on the opposite end of the table, so they were no help either.
Fun stuff.
Not.
I’d never considered myself lucky to be blind, but right then, I was. With Trance sitting on my right, that meant that I couldn’t see him very well unless I completely turned my head in his direction.
Which I didn’t.
I could hear him and Tillie talking.
I could hear Tillie’s sugary sweet voice cooing at him, and I wanted to vomit.
Pulling my phone out, I sent a quick text to my sister.
Me: Who’s this bitch sitting next to Trance?
Addy- That’s Trance’s ex.
Me: Fucking perfect. I think I want to throw a hush puppy at her. Maybe I’ll be lucky and choke her with it with the way she’s running her big mouth.
I could hear my sister’s laugh at the end of the table, and I smiled for the first time since I’d met Tillie ten minutes ago.
Addy- I could probably nail her with a bowl of horseradish. That okay?
Me: Perfect.
“Who are you texting?” Trance asked from my side.
I ignored him, shoving the phone in the pocket of my jeans before taking a ball of doughy goodness and dipping it in a generous dollop of ketchup.
Then I shoved the entire thing in my mouth.
It was divine.
Hush puppies were one of my favorites.
“Ma’am, what would you like something else to drink?” The waitress asked.
“Miller Genuine Draft. In a mug.” I said around a mouth full of food.
“Nice choice.” Miller said with a wide smile.
I held him a thumbs up and kept eating.
For the rest of the night I alternated in between Foster’s and Miller Genuine Draft.
I could tell Trance was pissed by the way heat seemed to emanate off his body, but I didn’t relent. Especially when he started talking to the heifer next to him.
By the time I was on my fifth beer, I was three sheets to the wind, and I’d forgotten I was mad at Trance. That was the most I’d drank since I got shitfaced in college and had to have my stomach pumped.
“Ma’am, would you something else to drink?” The hostess asked.
Damn but the woman was attentive.
“I want a Killian Red. I’ve wanted a Killian the entire time. Why haven’t you been bringing me those?” I asked her curiously.
She looked at me oddly. “Because you told me you wanted Miller and Foster’s. Was I wrong?”
“No,” I moaned. “Just make sure it’s a Killian for the rest of the night. Bottle please. I want it straight from the source.”