I looked away just in time to see a familiar old truck pull into the bar’s parking lot.
The man I couldn’t stop thinking about shrugged his worn Carhartt over his shoulders and zipped it closed.
Jesus, the man was built.
Strong thighs. Broad shoulders. One hell of a beard.
He even had great hair, though I couldn’t see it with his toboggan covering his head.
He walked through the snow, his gaze scanning the parking lot, as he made his way to the front doors.
He’d just reached to grab the door handle, his shirt sleeve lifting up to show some of a tanned forearm, when Cody interrupted my thoughts.
“What do you say?”
I looked back at Cody. “I’m sorry, what?”
She threw up her hands. “Are you even listening to me right now?”
“No,” I admitted, lying through my teeth about what I’d actually been thinking about. “I was thinking about why sweet tea was so good, and how you could somehow rhyme the name Jacob with a spice.”
To say that my friend was a dumb blonde would be an understatement.
She was the smartest dumb blonde I’d ever met.
“Here’s your food, ladies,” a waitress said, slipping in and out so fast that I only saw the back of her head.
“Thanks!” I called, even though she’d already gone straight back inside.
“Hope you don’t need any sauce,” I teased.
Cody flipped me off.
She was the sauce queen.
She used so much sauce that it had to add at least four hundred calories to her meals every time she ate.
“I know how to walk inside,” Cody said as she bit into her burger. “Yum.”
I took a bite of my own burger and agreed.
There was nothing better than a Hopps burger.
Nothing.
“So how did the rest of your day go?”
Cody hadn’t missed anything.
Her mom had filled her in on my dad’s douchebag ways.
“Better,” I said, thinking about the lunch I’d shared with Romeo.
Romeo.
For some reason, that name fit him well.
He looked like the type of guy who could star in a love story that could impact entire generations.
