Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
I narrowed my eyes at him. “If you think being sweet is going to make me go easy on you with this interview, you’ve got another thing coming.”
His brows pulled down into a frown. “I can clearly see the type of men you’re used to dating.”
My mouth fell open. “Excuse me?”
“If you think I have some ulterior motive by opening your door, then you’re dating the wrong kind of guys.”
I took his offered hand as I slipped out of the truck. “Chivalry isn’t dead, but it is rare.”
He pulled my hand up to his mouth and kissed the back of it while he winked. My entire body shuddered when he whispered, “That’s a damn shame.”
Jerking my hand away, I rolled my eyes and prayed he didn’t hear my sharp intake of breath.
“Let’s keep this professional, please.”
He saluted and motioned for me to walk ahead of him. He, of course, walked faster to get around me to open the door and laughed when I exhaled.
A young woman walked up to us and smiled. She spent a few extra moments looking at Blayze before she asked, “Good morning! Just the two of you?”
“Yes,” Blayze and I said at the same time.
“Follow me!” she said, grabbing two menus.
As we walked through the restaurant, I smiled. It looked the same as it did ten years ago. The teal booths brought back a rush of memories of me and my parents stopping here to eat.
“It looks the same as it did the last time I was here,” I mused as the waitress seated us toward the back of the restaurant.
Blayze slid into the booth. “Why change a good thing?”
The waitress handed us both our menus. “Something to drink?”
“Coffee, black, please,” Blayze answered.
“Um, a glass of orange juice and a coffee, black for me, too, please.”
She smiled. “Two coffees and an orange juice. I’ll let you look at the menu.”
“Thanks!” we both said in unison.
I perused the menu. “When I was little, I always got the chocolate chip pancakes. My father would get so frustrated with me because I wouldn’t try anything new.”
Blayze chuckled. “Man, every time I get the chance to come here I try something different.”
Looking up, I asked, “You’ve never had the same thing twice?”
He was still studying the menu. “Nope. How boring is that.”
“Are you saying I’m boring?”
Peeking over the top of the menu, he narrowed one eye. “Did I say that?”
“No, but it feels like you implied it.”
He stared at me, then went back to looking at the menu. “I simply said it was boring to eat the same thing over and over. If you took it another way, that’s on you.”
“That’s on me?” I asked.
He put the menu down again. “Yeah, Georgie. I don’t know, maybe deep down inside you think you’re boring. Or maybe you’re afraid to take chances. I don’t know. But me saying it’s boring to eat the same thing over and over is not saying you’re boring as a person.”
My mouth dropped open, and I sat there wishing I could come up with a clever reply.
“I do not think I’m boring. Or afraid to take chances. I take them all the time.”
Blayze sighed and sat back in the booth. “When was the last time you did something simply on impulse?”
I blinked a few times. “What?”
He smiled and it made my insides heat. “When was the last time you did something on an impulse? You know, something totally unplanned, maybe a little crazy.”
I went to speak, but then snapped my mouth shut when I couldn’t think of one single thing.
Picking up his menu once again, he softly said, “I thought so.”
Before I could say anything, the waitress came back with our coffees and my juice.
“Ready to order?” she asked.
Blayze looked at me and raised a brow.
“Yes.” I looked down at the menu and said the first thing I saw. “Three rolled apples, please.”
The waitress wrote down my order. “Great pick. And for you?”
Blayze handed her the menu and flashed me a smile that nearly had me blushing. “I’ll take the peach Belgium waffle.”
“With whipped cream?” she asked.
Blayze turned and looked at her. “The cream is the best part.”
I was positive my jaw fell to the table while the waitress let out a breathy laugh.
“Indeed, it is.”
When she turned and walked away, I kicked Blayze under the table.
“Ouch! What the hell, Georgie.”
“I’m not a little girl anymore, stop calling me that.”
His gaze fell to my breasts. “No, you are not a little girl anymore.”
I snapped my fingers in front of him. “Up here, Blayze.”
Laughing, he pulled his phone out and checked it.
“Do you really think that was appropriate to say to her?” I asked.
He glanced up. “She didn’t seem bothered by the fact that I like the cream the best.”
I sighed in frustration. “You made it sexual, Blayze.”
With a tilt of his head, he studied me. “Or you took it that way.”