Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
"Well, it was great seeing you again. Give me a call sometime!"
Once I tip Greta, I lead Fallon outside and breathe in the cool air.
"Where to next, oh holy guide?" She rolls her eyes as we stroll down the sidewalk.
I chuckle and take her hand. "Better plaster on that fake smile again. We're about to meet all the small business owners on this block."
It takes two hours to introduce Fallon to everyone, from the gift shops to the movie theater and the hotel—they talk her ear off until I literally have to drag her away. When we reach the end of the street, she's socially exhausted.
"Doing okay?"
"I’ve heard enough about Christmas for one day. I’m at my max."
"That's fine. Just need to run to the grocery store before we head home. I’m sure when you meet up with the mayor, he’ll take you around too."
“Great.” There’s zero enthusiasm in her voice as we drive to the store.
As we go inside, I tell her to pick out whatever she wants since her choices have been limited.
Once we get a cart, a woman speaks from the checkout. "Hey, Levi."
"Hello, Mrs. Shrader," I greet, waving to her as Fallon leads us down an aisle.
"Levi, hey." Cassie stops me as I reach for a box of snack cakes. "Haven't seen you at the pub in a while."
"Hi, Cass. It's my busy season," I explain.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot that you disappear during the holidays. We'll have to catch up after New Year’s and shoot some pool. Drinks on me."
"Great," I mutter, not wanting to be rude. However, I’m not excited about her offer.
"See ya soon," she calls out as I catch up with Fallon.
"Finding what you need?" I ask her.
"Came across some gluten-free bread and flour tortillas for chicken wraps. Now I just need some avocados," she mentions without looking at me.
"Sounds good. I need to run to the back of the store for some things. I’ll meet you in the produce section."
"Alright."
We go our separate ways. Hopefully, this will help speed things up. I manage to grab a dozen eggs and some butter, then make my way back to Fallon.
"Levi.” I hear someone say, and I stop in my tracks. When I turn, I see Presley with her hands on her hips.
“I haven't heard from you. Why is that?” She pouts like she’s hurt, but there’s a flirty grin on her face.
We spent one night together two years ago. I told her I wasn’t interested in anything more, but she constantly finds a way to bring it up.
"Been staying busy on the farm," I say, my go-to response anytime someone complains about me not being around. It's not a lie, though. I've worked every day for the past two months, other than the three when I was snowed in.
"Well, hopefully I'll see you at the festival. I'll buy you an eggnog." She smiles wide and lifts a brow. More like spiked eggnog.
"I'll be there," I tell her. The whole damn town will be.
When I finally meet up with Fallon, she's comparing two zucchinis.
"The left one has more length if you're into that. But the right one has more girth. Tough decision," I taunt, standing behind her.
"Too bad a girl can never find the right one..."
I meet her eyes and smirk.
"You know, one with length and girth. It's a rare find."
Now I know she's messing with me because I know for certain she's seen and felt my dick on more than one occasion.
“Anytime I’ve found one that’s long and thick, it always turns out terrible.” She lifts a brow. “No flavor.”
"That's an odd observation," I state.
She tosses both in the cart. Then she gives me her signature death glare. "What took you so long? Get stopped by another fan club member?"
Her jealous tone makes the corner of my lips curl up. "It's a small town. I told you, everyone knows everyone."
"I guess I hadn't realized you meant it literally. "
"Why don't you just ask me what you want to know? Stop beating around the bush and just say it."
"Nah, I’m good." She moves over to the fruit.
I wait in silence as she picks out apples and oranges, then I follow her to the yogurt section. Once she’s finished, we make our way to the cashier.
"Hi, Levi," Sierra greets sweetly as I put things on the belt. I glance over at Fallon, who's rolling her eyes.
Great. I’m sure she thinks I’ve hooked up with Sierra too, and that has never happened.
"Hey. How's your fiancé?" I ask. The douchebag just got out of jail last month for assault.
"He's fine, thanks for asking. How's your mom?"
We go back and forth until the cart is empty, and I introduce her to Fallon. Once I've paid and our groceries are bagged, we leave.
"You can sit in the truck and get warm while I load these," I tell her, cranking the heat.