Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
“I’ll be out in a moment,” he said.
“Good.” She spun on her heel and left.
Shit. She was the town gossip.
“I better go,” Connie said. “I’ve got another tin of goodies to distribute.”
“Do I get another kiss?” he asked.
She pressed her lips to his cheeks. “Tonight.” Then she left.
Before going to serve Mrs. Dale, he grabbed his cell phone and dialed Scott.
“What’s up?” Scott said.
“We may have a bit of a problem.”
“Yeah?”
He told Scott about kissing Connie and Mrs. Dale seeing them.
“I don’t see what the problem is.”
“We all know Dale is the town gossip.”
“And we’ll handle it. Don’t worry about anything until it’s upon us, Beau. There’s no need to worry. I can’t wait to see our woman. I’ll let her know you send her love.”
Scott hung up before he got a chance to say anything more.
Gritting his teeth, he closed his cell phone and went to deal with Mrs. Dale. The woman was tapping her credit card on the counter with pursed lips.
“I had no idea you and the bar woman had a thing going,” Mrs. Dale said.
He simply smiled.
“I saw her with Scott not too long ago.”
Beau looked at the woman. “Your car is good to go. I would advise you not to wrap it around any more poles or garbage bins,” he said.
She had a lot of money to burn and was constantly bringing the car back to him to fix. She clucked her tongue and left. Beau knew she was going to be trouble. He only hoped Scott knew what he was doing when it came to Connie.
****
Anticipation filled Scott.
He cleared all of his clients and sat at his desk, going through the accounts. There was nothing keeping his attention and that was because his woman would be showing up soon.
He checked the security feed from his laptop and watched as she entered. Connie smiled at Chloe and he’d already given his employee the instructions to send his woman right on back here.
Beau: Mrs. Dale is a bitch and she’s going to spread the gossip.
His cell phone pinged with the message.
Fuck. Mrs. Dale knowing about them messed with his plans.
Tapping his finger on the desk, he knew they were going to have to deal with gossip. Living in a small town pretty much guaranteed it. Now he was pissed off. He didn’t know what to do.
His door opened and he smiled. Connie had a nice flush to her cheeks. She wore a skirt this time and a very low-cut crop top, showing off the tops of her breasts.
“I guess Beau has already told you what’s going on,” she said.
“I can’t wait to see why you want to see me.”
“It’s nothing special, really. Just a box of cookies as a way of an apology. I checked for vegan recipes online, and I had all the ingredients. Here you go.”
He took the tin from her, charmed she’d done the research for him. “You’re a sweetheart. You know that, don’t you?”
“I try.” She rolled her eyes and he chuckled.
After taking out a cookie, he bit into it and closed his eyes. “So good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
He took her hand and pulled her against him. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he kissed her lips. “Did Beau say thank you?”
“He did. Someone saw us, I don’t know who.”
He could lie but he didn’t see the reason to. Mrs. Dale would spread rumors regardless and so he told her.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Don’t panic.”
“Don’t panic? She’s like the devil.”
He laughed. “She’s not that bad.”
“Really? She’s the one who suspected the pastor of cheating on his wife because he kept visiting that woman.” She clicked her fingers.
“Charlotte?” he asked.
“Yeah, and it turned out she’d gotten some bad news and the pastor was only offering support.”
“I know.”
“I saw Charlotte cry as people whispered about her.” Connie climbed off his lap and rested against his desk. Not too long ago, he’d eaten her pussy across this very counter. Good times.
“You don’t care, do you?” Connie asked.
“No.”
“Don’t you think you should be?”
“No.”
“You’re so infuriating.”
“Mrs. Dale can spread whatever nasty rumor she wants to. I’m not going to be paying attention to it. She saw you with Beau. So what?”
“She has seen me with you as well. Not to mention at the park. Ugh, I can’t think about this.”
“What’s the worst that can happen?” he asked.
“Have you never had people whispering behind their hands? Pointing at you?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Yep.” He leaned back. “You do know for the longest time the town thought Beau and I were lovers.”
“They did?”
He nodded. “We’ve been best friends for a long time. Neither of us have settled down. We’re always together at your bar. They added two plus two and came up with us being together as a couple. It’s kind of funny being offered wedding invites. I got a card once with Beau as my plus one.”
“And you didn’t care?”