I didn’t make it one step before I ran right into someone.
Curly hair. Curves. And wide hazel eyes.
Grace.
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GRACE
Strawberry Springs Neighborhood Watch
Hu Gh:Grace and Dean. Calling it now. Something is gonna happen between those two.
Comments:
Jackie Anne:You mean MY cowboy?
Mollie Wilson:What happened to only looking???
Atticus Thompson:Hugh, you need to get your eyes checked. As much as I love betting, Grace isn’t gonna be into what he’s offering.
Dale Garrett:I’m determined to continue my streak. Placing bets that Hugh is wrong.
Tammy Jane:I’ll take that bet.
Hu Gh:Fools! All of ya!
Wren Hackett:Guys, when I say he’s not gonna date any of you, I really mean it. He doesn’t ... do relationships. Ever. He’s a one-time guy.
Tammy Jane:A breed ’em and leave ’em type? What a jerk!
Mollie Wilson:Did you have to use the wordbreed?
Jade Clark:Sometimes I wish I didn’t know how to read.
Dammit.Shit. Fuck.
Cursing wouldn’t solve my problems, but it was better than screaming at my sister, who wouldn’t give a single shit that she’d just essentially stolen from Mark. When she’d come home smelling like a martini, I knew she’d been to the bar. And when I questioned her, that’s when she admitted her little trick that she’d picked up in Nashville.
Give the bartender a card with just enough money on it to cover the initial check the POS system did, and then dip after racking up a bill.
What the hell was wrong with her?
Brooke had a reputation, one that she kept adding to, even when she was in town for only one night. I didn’t want this for her, but she didn’t seem to care.
Mark was a good man. He’d been patient with her, but if she kept doing shit like this, she would get herself banned from Bell’s Brews.
God, I owed him his favorite whiskey for this, which meant I needed to drive out of town to get it, and then come back another day to drop it off when he wasn’t around so he would actually accept the damn thing.
But first, I needed to pay this tab.
Did I have the money for it? Not really. But I could eat ramen for a few days and deal.
I parked in front of the bar and nearly ran for the door. I threw it open, planning to hurry in and out, but instead, I ran into a hard chest.
Hands steadied me, and I had to pull myself out of my thoughts to lay my eyes on who I’d nearly bowled over.
And it was Dean. Tall, well-muscled, and very good-smelling Dean. God, he was in the hat too. My breath caught, but I shook it off. I had a mission.