Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“Where the hell have you been?” Kyra is pacing the living room. “I’ve been frantic.” She runs up to hug me, and I see the lines of stress around her eyes. “I’m tempted to kick your butt for scaring me to death.” My identical twin is only eleven minutes older than me, but she acts like my mother.
“Sorry,” I tell her. “I didn’t have reception, and it was a whole big mess.” I drag her to our faded floral sofa and explain the entire situation. My sister’s eyes widen when I tell her about my date with Cash Montoya on Friday.
“Holy cow.” She gasps. “I knew I should’ve made that delivery,” Kyra teases.
The next day, I’m working on Mrs. Jackson’s arrangement when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I glance down at the screen and see a text message.
Good morning, kitten. I’ll see you soon.
I spend the afternoon waiting for him to come in. Luv Bug growls from her bed next to the counter, and I glance up to see my blue car stop in front of the shop. My heart races as I watch him unfold from my tiny car.
The bell above the glass door rings as he steps into the small shop. Electricity fills the air. “Hello, kitten.” Cash walks up and places my keys on the countertop “Your car is all ready to go.” He’s wearing a gray business suit and a bright white dress shirt. In the daylight, I get a good look at his handsome face and notice the slight graying mixed with his jet-black hair at his temple. His yummy scent wakes up my girly parts.
“Thank you.” I smile. “How much do I owe you?” I ask and step back to reach under the counter for my purse. I need to get a little distance from him before I self-combust.
“Dinner.” He winks. “After all, you promised.” Having him this close sends my pulse skyrocketing.
Kyra chooses that moment to interrupt. “Hi.” She holds out her hand, and Cash’s eyebrows shoot up. “I’m Kyra, Hadley’s sister.”
“Hello.” He shakes her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too.” My sister smiles back. The bell over the door rings as a customer walks in. Kyra steps away to help them, and I turn to Cash.
“Thanks again for getting my tire fixed.”
“You’re welcome.” He leans over and places a kiss on my lips. “I’ll pick you up at six-thirty Friday night.” My brain stops working the instant our lips touch. His finger brushes light circles along my collarbone, and a shiver runs up my spine.
“Great.” Sheesh. I sound like a moron. “I’ll be ready.” I smile awkwardly.
The rest of the week drags by while I both look forward to and dread my date with Cash. Thursday after we close the shop, Kyra talks me into stopping at The Runway Boutique to buy a new outfit. “Come on.” She drags me into the store.
Most businesses in the downtown area of town close early. Only the bars and restaurants stay open late. I glance at the clock and realize the boutique closes in thirty minutes. “We don’t have time to find anything,” I argue. “I’ll wear my black dress.” I hate spending money on clothes.
“No.” My sister drags me to a rack of brightly colored outfits. “You haven’t been on a date in forever. I’m buying you something to wear.” To make Kyra happy, I pick out a new sweater dress and matching shoes.
Friday afternoon, the shop is dead, and my sister tells me to leave early. “Go get ready for your hot date.” She wiggles her eyebrows and I laugh.
Nerves are about to eat me alive. I’m scared of where this is going. Terrified of getting my heart shattered by him.
At six-twenty, I’m pacing a hole in the living room carpet, waiting for a knock on the door. Luv Bug gave up trying to keep up with me a few minutes ago and curled up on the recliner to sleep. I run my hands down the front of my dress, wiping the sweat from my palms. Glancing in the hall mirror, I check out my appearance one last time. I left my hair loose around my shoulders, but I’m regretting that decision as I notice an errant curl that refuses to cooperate. After sticking it behind my ear, I grab my pink gloss and apply another coat. My hand shakes slightly from nerves, and I take a deep breath trying to calm myself. Once I’m satisfied with my appearance, I go back to pacing.
“Would you stop?” Kyra breezes into the living room. “You’re wearing a hole in the carpet.” She drops onto the sofa and starts clicking through the channels on the television. “Remember, text me our signal if you need saving.”
“I doubt I’ll need you to help me.” I laugh. When we were in high school, my overprotective sister came up with a secret message that means I need help. If I text, I don’t remember turning off my flat iron, my sister knows I’m on a bad date. To rescue me, she’ll call and make up an excuse for me to come home.