Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
“I know, but she’s driving me nuts.” That’s an understatement. If my mother had any idea I was going out with Jensen Sparks, she’d flip out.
My assistant sits on the edge of my desk and asks, “How can I help you get through these trying times?” I ignore my friend’s snarkiness and make an impossible wish.
“Make me somehow time travel to tomorrow morning.” It’s not a reasonable request, but I’m desperate. I can’t believe I’m in this predicament anyway. I must’ve temporarily lost my mind. That’s the only excuse I have for falling for my brother’s client who happens to be a freaking hockey player.
When my brother-slash-law partner asked me to meet with Jensen Sparks for dinner, I readily agreed. It’s not anything unusual, especially since my brother met and married his soulmate.
Then I walked into the restaurant and lost my mind and possibly my heart. Me, Miss I Don’t Have Time to Deal with a Man, took one look at the smoking hot, muscular hockey player and lost all my freaking marbles.
“Most women would give a kidney to go on a date with Jensen Sparks.” As Debra fans herself, I wonder how I can fix this situation before things get out of hand.
“This isn’t a real date.” I have no idea how the drop-dead-gorgeous hockey player convinced me to go out with him a second time. Oh yeah. He stared down at me with hunger shining from his dark brown eyes, and I folded like a cheap suit. I opened my mouth to refuse his invitation, and the word “Okay” came out instead. My agreement seemed to shock him as much as it shocked me, but he wouldn’t allow me to backtrack.
I tell myself I’d rather spend the evening like I usually do, curled up on my sofa with Rufus snoring happily next to me, but I know I’m lying to myself.
I take a deep breath and pull myself together. It’s time to quit acting like a scared teenager. I’ll just tell him I’ve changed my mind. “I need you to call Mr. Sparks and inform him a business emergency has come up and I’m unable to make dinner.”
“Oh, heck no.” Debra shakes her head vigorously. “You aren’t getting me to do your dirty work.”
“Then I’ll do it myself,” I growl.
“You’ll regret it if you don’t go and see what happens.” I hate it when she uses her reasonable tone with me.
“I can’t believe I agreed to this.” I have a hard time admitting the real reason I don’t want to go on this stupid date. “I get tongue-tied on dates, and things go downhill from there.” It’s really embarrassing. I can make a grown man cry in the courtroom, but the moment I find myself in an even slightly romantic situation, my inner teenager takes over and things go to hell real fast.
“It’s time for you to get over this crazy aversion you have to dating.” Debra isn’t helping. “You’re too young to settle for nights at home with your dog.”
“And you really think dating my brother’s client is the way to get into dating?” There are so many things wrong with this scenario. I’m too freaking old to start trying to learn how to date. Ever since my first few fumbling attempts at dating in college, I decided I’d be better off alone.
“You don’t need to learn how to date.” Debra shakes her head, ignoring the real issue. “Just be yourself and everything will be fine. Plus, Jensen Sparks is a business partner, not a client.”
That’s really splitting hairs, but Debra is right. It’s not against the rules to date a business partner, but it still isn’t a good idea. I can’t believe this is happening. When my brother invested in rental property in Silver Spoon Falls, Texas, I thought he’d lost his mind. Then I did a little investigating and realized the small Texas town is a freaking gold mine. The millionaire-slash-billionaire ratio of residents is unbelievable. It’s like the universe has decided to smile upon the entire Silver Spoon Falls population.
And I agreed to dinner with one of the millionaires. Oof.
At seven on the dot, I step into Mario’s, telling myself I’ll have a quick dinner with the hot hockey player and then get the heck out of here.
I spot Jensen standing next to the bar and take a deep breath before walking over to him. “Good evening,” I tell him.
“Hello, goddess.” He smiles down at me before leaning over to kiss me. My brain completely shuts down as his warm lips move over mine. When he pulls my body against his hard muscular frame, my girly parts tingle. My mind turns to mush, and I forget everything except him.
When he pulls back and leans his forehead against mine, I attempt to pull myself together. “I was worried you’d stand me up.”