Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I didn’t see a solo diner throughout the entire room.
Not one.
A sick sense of fear knotted into my throat and I worried that he might’ve stood me up.
“Your date isn’t here yet,” the woman gestured to the table. “But when he gets here, I’ll send him right over.”
I smiled and took a seat, trying not to let my nerves get the best of me.
I was being stood up. I just knew it.
Pulling out my phone, I texted Janie. Are you sure you told whoever he is eight? Because nobody is here and I’m five minutes late.
She instantly replied.
This was Kayla’s pony show. But, I think it was Parker who got you the date. Surprise. She said she told him to tell his friend eight. Don’t worry. It’s not that late yet.
I looked at my watch and saw it said 8:06.
He was six minutes late.
I felt something akin to panic roll up my throat and would’ve gotten up to leave had the chair in front of me not been so rudely pulled out, making everyone in a two-table radius turn to look in our direction.
“Fancy meeting you here, trespasser.”
I looked up to find Tyler sitting across the table from me, dressed for work still, staring at me with an unholy glee in his eye.
“Go away, I have a date,” I told him honestly.
Tyler grinned. “You have a date? With who?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s another blind date. Don’t touch his silverware. Nobody wants your boy cooties on their cutlery.”
Tyler’s eyebrow raised and the laugh lines around his eyes became more prominent when he did. I wanted to lick them.
Oh, God. I had the hots for this man and it was burning me up inside.
You weren’t supposed to be attracted to a person who pissed you off. In fact, I was fairly certain you were supposed to like the person that made your vagina rev with need.
I crossed my legs and swallowed, smoothing the linen napkin down over my legs.
“I’m pretty sure that my ‘cooties’ are harmless. You, on the other hand,” he looked pointedly at my fingernails—which still had dirt underneath them from this afternoon—and curled his lip. “He might be scared to touch you.”
I glared at him. “What are you doing here?”
“Can’t a man eat?” he questioned silkily.
The waitress came over and smiled, but for once didn’t pay much attention to the man—nope, her eyes were all for me. And I wasn’t oblivious to her obvious perusal. “What can I get you?”
I swallowed. “A sweet tea. He’s not staying.”
The waitress’s mouth quirked. “Is that right?”
Tyler immediately interrupted me.
“I’m her blind date. Yes, I’m staying. I want a sweet tea, too. But make it a big glass. I’m thirsty as hell and I don’t want to run you ragged,” he explained sweetly.
I bared my teeth at him when she walked away. “What do you mean you’re my blind date?”
Tyler’s lips quirked. “Parker was asking another man at the station when I walked in. I told him I wanted to take you out again. He said okay because he didn’t want to do any asking anyway and that was that.”
I rolled my eyes heavenward. “God, what did I do to deserve this?”
Chapter 6
Sometimes I feel like I need a cup of coffee for each person I have to deal with in a day.
Reagan
I was disappointed.
Surprisingly, the date went fairly well after he stopped being all smug and shit about knowing I was his blind date while I hadn’t a clue.
Admittedly, it was the best date I’d had in a really long time—not that I’d be informing Janie of that—nor Tyler for that matter.
Janie already had a big enough head as it was. She didn’t need me adding to her big head to prove that she was knowledgeable in the way of Reagan Rose.
She was a great friend, but give Janie an inch and she’d take a mile.
Needless to say, as I walked in my door and closed it behind me, I was thinking that this wasn’t how a date was supposed to end.
He’d followed me home, watched as I got into my house and left after he’d seen my lights turn on. I knew that because I watched him through the window as I flipped them on. I’d seen his eyes follow the movement of my body in the window before giving me a chin tilt and backing out of the driveway.
Now, as I stood in my living room, I felt nervous.
My entire body vibrated with need—need for a man who drove me up the fuckin’ wall.
God, everything about the man made every single part of me sit up and pay attention.
I wasn’t sure I liked it since I’d never had this feeling for another human being, ever.
I wanted him so bad I could practically taste it.
It was a bittersweet feeling this way because I wasn’t sure if I wanted to yell at him or fuck him.