Wade snickered. “You might want to close your mouth, Dawson. You’re going to catch flies.”
But I didn’t care. I needed to get a closer look at that woman.
I got up and sauntered over to the bar, rumbling over my shoulder, “See you later, Wade. I’ve got some business at hand.”
I heard him chuckle behind me. “I bet you do, Dawson. See you next week.”
Chapter 3
Amy
I felt ridiculous in this outfit.
Dee had talked me into wearing one of the t-shirts we’d been sent as a store sample by a vendor. But it was a few sizes too small, and Iknewmy belly was on display more than my boobs.
Then she’d loaned me a frilly set of pink cowgirl boots and the matching hat to go with it. It was a ridiculous over the top outfit, and it had seemed like amuchbetter idea when I’d been bravely looking at it in her bedroom mirror.
Now that I was in public, all I wanted to do was change into something less attention-grabbing.
Especially at a bar like this.
I’d never been to the Bear Den before. I’d actually never been to Red Oak Mountain, despite it being within driving distance of Fernwood.
And after taking one look around this place, I saw that everyone here, with the exception of us and a group of college girls, all looked like genuine country folk.
Regardless of what Dee had said earlier, this crowd definitely leaned way more in the rugged mountain man direction. There were a lot of flannel shirts and work boots filling this place up. Not so many cowboy hats.
Why’s every man in this place over six feet tall and stacked with muscles?
“Is this where they’ve been hiding all the hotties?” Dee’s friend Sharon asked.
Dee laughed. “Itoldyou it was worth the drive.”
They didn’t make men like this in Fernwood. That was for sure.
As I looked around in a daze, bewildered by all the hot, hunky man-muscles on display, the other girls ordered drinks.
Dee’s eyes got wide, and she whispered, “There is aseriouschunk of man looking over this way.”
All five of us turned in unison to see who she was talking about.
Oh.
My.
God.
He might have been the hottest man I’d ever seen in my life. He had rugged eyes that showed the grit of a working man. And a big, thick beard that I wanted to tangle my fingers in and use to yank his perfectly kissable lips onto mine.
Sharon said, “I could ride that stallion all night long,” and all the girls tittered.
Except for me. I just stood there speechless, shocked when his eyes landed on mine and never left.
Dee gasped. “I think he’s into Amy! Do you see the way he’s staring at her?”
I swallowed hard.
A man like that might lookfinein a bar like this on a Friday night.
