I was a Texas boy to my bones, and I only thought that I could handle any kind of weather.
That was before I’d come to Montana and experienced my first ever Montana winter.
Give me a hundred and ten degrees any day over this negative six bullshit.
“Any word from Apollo?” Weaver asked, changing the subject.
“Not much,” I said. “No news is good news.”
“May be cold as fuck out here, but at least I feel like I can breathe,” Gentry admitted.
“Whoa, check them out.”
I turned to “check them out” and found myself staring into baby blue eyes that had a chokehold on my every thought.
Mable
“So, I’m highly attracted to him.”
My best friend, Cordelia, otherwise known as Cody, stared at me with a look of expectation on her face.
“What’s his name?” I wondered.
We were at Hopps, out on the back deck under a blanket and heaters, nursing our chips and hot sauce while we waited for the rest of our food to be done.
She was on her fourth Pepsi, and I was on my fourth sweet tea.
Which was hilarious because two weeks ago, I wouldn’t have thought to ask for a sweet tea. Now I had the owner making sweet tea for everyone. I had it on good authority that one of those people that was happy with the addition of the sweet tea was none other than the man I couldn’t stop thinking about.
“It starts with a J, and rhymes with a spice.”
My mind blanked for a moment as I racked my brain and tried to come up with a name that would match those two descriptors.
“Jarlic?” I teased.
She scoffed.
“Uhhh,” I hesitated as I truly tried and failed to come up with a name. “Jepper?”
Cody put her hands over her face. “You’re not taking this seriously!”
“Oh, I got it!” I teased her. “Jallspice!”
Cody glared.
“Justard!”
“It’s Jacob,” she grumbled.
Jacob? Which spice was that?
Jacob.
Jacob!
“The guy that works at the bank? The one with the really soft hands?”
Cody crossed her arms over her chest and glared.
