“I don’t give a shit. I’m here to do a job, nothing more.”
“I actually need someone to run into town and grab a few things, if you want to escape the inquisition.”
“Gladly,” I muttered, grateful when he called Michael over to take my place so they could finish putting up the frame.
I snagged the list from Liam, along with his instructions. With any luck, I would have an hour of peace from any further remarks from anyone who just had to know what happened between me and Josie last night.
Which was absolutely nothing.
That’s what I told myself on the way into town to grab a cup of coffee from The Daily Grind. I was in desperate need of some caffeine after being awake the whole night with nothing to occupy my mind but the feel of Josie’s body under my fingertips.
And I hadn’t even touched her very much. Just enough to know that there was definitely no fabric underneath that shirt. Of course, I’d seen that this morning, and hell, I really wished I hadn’t.
That ass…fuck, I was getting hard just thinking about it.
Parking outside the coffee shop, I ignored the looks I got and walked straight up to the counter.
“Black coffee. Large.”
“Oh my gosh,” the girl behind the counter whispered. “It’s you.”
I met her eyes, hardening my jaw. “Black coffee. Large.”
Glancing around sheepishly, she leaned in and lowered her voice. “I heard about Josie.”
“Coffee,” I stressed.
Biting her lip, she blinked up at me coquettishly. “You know, if you ever want a date, I might be available.”
Stepping back, I shouted, “Is there anyone in this coffee shop over eighteen who knows how to take an order?”
She giggled as her manager walked over, shooting her a dirty look as she pushed her aside.
“Sorry about that. What can I get you—” And she looked up and smiled at me.
“Coffee. Black. Very large,” I gritted out.
“Right away,” she chuckled. “Casanova.”
I tossed down a few dollars and waited impatiently as she filled my coffee, smiling up at me every few seconds. The whole town had gone crazy. I hadn’t even slept with the damn woman, but somehow, that still made me some mythical creature in their eyes.
Snagging my coffee, I stormed to the door, only to be stopped by an ogling group of school girls who held the door open for me until I walked out, followed by a round of giggles that set my teeth on edge.
I called Liam as soon as I got in the truck. When he didn’t answer the first time, I called him right back.
“JR—”
“Did you know this would happen?”
“Uh…you’re gonna have to be more specific.”
“Everyone’s staring at me. They’re calling me Casanova!”
A low rumble slipped through the phone that he quickly covered up with a cough. “Uh…yeah, this town can be rough. Not sure what to tell ya. At least they’re not throwing milkshakes at you.”
“That’s a thing?”
“It happened to me. Trust me, it’s better that they’re staring than hitting you with oversized bags.”
