I’m sure my sister is ready to throw something at my head, but it’s the farm I’m worried about.
“Do you two ever stop bickering?” Jed shakes his head, taking another pull of his beer.
“We don’t bicker, we discuss things at length,” I correct him. “Right, sis?”
“Right.” Then she pokes me hard in the chest with a pointy finger. “And when you meet her and she’s running rings around you in that poky little office, you can fall to your knees begging me to forgive you. I’ll be waiting for your apology.”
I scoff. “Not gonna happen.”
“We’ll see.”
“Now that’s a bet I’m willing to take.”
The Dusty Spur is always busy on a Saturday, but it doesn’t stop me from going in to grab my regular, extra-strong caramel macchiato and some pastries to keep me on a sugar high to get through the day. I’m going to need it because weekends are always crazy.
“Hey, sugar,” Sally-Ann greets me with her usual bright smile, pulling her pen out from behind her ear.
“Mornin’, Sally-Ann.”
“Just the usual?”
I bypass the quick thought of being predictable. “Please.”
She quickly takes the order, rings it up and passes it to the barista. “I’ll bag up the pastries in just a jiffy, hon.”
“No problem.” I step to the side where Sally-Ann keeps serving the queue behind me.
I lean on the counter and watch the world go by. I can see Jo-Beth on the main floor with her coffeepot in hand, doing the rounds and chatting to two cowboys.
“What’s your name for the order, dear?” I hear Sally-Ann say to the small blonde woman at the counter.
I immediately drop my eyes to the tight jeans she’s wearing. Damn.
I don’t hear her reply.Sarah?
My brow lifts as I scan over the face of the beautiful, pale woman I’ve never seen before. She’s not from around here. I know everybody in town.
The soft wave of her golden tresses are buried under a beanie with a big, furry pom pom on top. She’s dressed like a snowman; with earmuffs, mittens and a pink puffer jacket that dwarfs her small frame. I glance down at her shoes; high heels?What in the world?Albeit they are the boot kind, so at least her toes won’t perish out there in the snow.
Those dark blue jeans hug her short but slender legs and perfect ass. Her complexion is as smooth as buttermilk with simple, natural makeup that doesn’t take away from her beauty. She’s small in height and petite in stature. Light pink lips form a sweet smile towards Sally-Ann as they exchange money.
Did she say Sarah?My mind is telling me something else, but I don’t know what.
“Your coffee won’t be long, honey.” Sally-Ann smiles as she continues with the queue.
I shift my leaning position to upright as the blonde walks my way. She’s glancing down at her cell, but looks up for a fractionof a second. I try to get a good look at her without gawking. Luckily, there’s a small crowd here waiting for their coffee, so she doesn’t seem to notice me.
I stare at her. There’s something different about her, like I’ve seen her before. Surely not, I’d remember a face like that.
It’s then she blinks up at me under long, dark lashes. I see the light pink hue that dusts over her cheeks as she catches me staring. Quickly though, I look away. I also pretend I don’t notice the soft curve of her full lips, and pretty blue eyes that are so striking it’s like I’ve been hit with a thunderbolt.
She’s probably just a cute tourist from out of town, judging by the new ski clothes she dons; she probably hasn’t skied a day in her life, but at least she looks the part. Aside from those accident-waiting-to-happen booties.
I shake my head.
Blondie won’t last a day in those, but since when did anything make sense in this town anymore?
CHAPTER 7
