He chuckled darkly as he climbed out of the truck. “I know that you don’t expect me to sell my house,” Connor said, shutting the door behind him and moving to join her on the sidewalk.
“That’s exactly what I expect if you want me to marry you,” Rory said with a shrug, effectively dismissing him as she headed for the small coffee shop, leaving him to trail after her as he did his best to rein in his temper.
He was supposed to sell his house?
Bullshit.
That was not happening. He’d worked his ass off for that house. He’d taken on extra jobs so that he could afford to renovate it. Did she have any idea how hard he’d worked to restore his house? She’d had help, he didn’t. He’d worked his ass off and he wasn’t about to sell his house. But, for now, he’d drop it. There was plenty of time to deal with the simple misunderstanding after they were married. Right now, it was more important that he convince her to take a chance on him and if that meant keeping his mouth shut until she was his, then that’s exactly what he was going to have to do.
“Large hot chocolate?” Beth, the senior barista, asked as Rory stepped up to the counter.
“Make it an extra-large, please,” Rory said, pulling a ten-dollar bill out of her pocket and tossing it on the counter. “I’ll be right back,” she said, fighting back a yawn as she headed for the bathroom.
As soon as she got home, she was going straight to bed. She’d deal with Connor and her cousins tomorrow. Normally, she’d be worried that her cousins were hitting a buffet so close to home, but tonight, she just didn’t have the energy to care. She’d worry about how she was going to keep them in line tomorrow. Tonight, she was-
“Oh, my God, did you hear the news?” a vaguely familiar feminine voice asked, sounding excited and drawing Rory’s attention as she went to push open the women’s bathroom door. She looked down the small hallway and realized that she was alone and that she was hearing a private conversation coming from the manager’s office behind her. Deciding that it was none of her business and that she really didn’t care about the latest town gossip, Rory moved to open the bathroom door when the next words stopped her dead in her tracks.
“Connor proposed to Rory!” the excited woman practically squealed, making Rory cringe as her eyes shot down to the ring on her finger. She should have taken it off before she went out. She softly cursed when she realized that her father and brothers had probably already heard the news. That was just great.
“No, he didn’t,” a voice that she knew all-too-well said, laughing off the news.
Cindy, one of the most annoying women in town and who was, unfortunately, the manager of this place. Not because she had a degree, had experience, or had even worked her way up to the position. Cindy became the manager of the best coffee shop in the area for one very simple reason. She’d screwed old man Webster.
Rumor had it that old man Webster called Cindy into his office on her very first day, within the very first hour, because customers and staff alike had complained about her attitude and inability to get off her ass and do anything. As soon as old man Webster finished firing her, Cindy started negotiations to keep her job and kept it up until Mr. Webster stumbled out of his office a half-hour later, smiling and looking more relaxed than he had in years. Cindy walked out of the office looking smug and still very much employed. A year later, Cindy was the manager and still hadn’t served a single cup of coffee and Mr. Webster no longer bothered coming to the coffee shop since Cindy had started making house calls. Normally, she didn’t pay attention to rumors, but a few years ago, she’d walked in on Cindy giving the owner of the Donut Shack a reason to smile.
“Megan called and told me that she saw Connor and Rory at Sam’s Club and that Rory was wearing this really tiny diamond engagement ring.”
“So?” Cindy demanded with what sounded like a sneer.
“So? So, everyone knows that she’s been dating Connor! What do you mean by so? This is huge! It’s also so sweet!” the other women gushed. “Don’t you think it’s sweet? I wonder how long they’ve been in love.”
Cindy let out an indelicate snort as she demanded, “And what makes you think that they’re in love?”
“How could you miss the way he looks at her?” the other woman asked, sounding confused.
“Oh, and just how does he look at her?” Cindy demanded mockingly.
There was a slight pause before the other woman answered, “Like she’s everything that he’d ever dreamed of and he can’t quite believe she’s real.”
“Oh, my God, you’ve been reading too many of those trashy romance novels! He doesn’t look at her like she’s anything special!”
“You’re the only one that doesn’t see it then.”
“Really? If he loves her so damn much, then why did he fuck me last week?” Cindy demanded.
Rory stood there for another moment, feeling numb and barely registering the rest of the conversation as her mind worked through everything she’d heard. When she settled on a decision, she turned around and walked back down the hall to confront Connor.
When he saw Rory walk out from the back hall, looking determined and pissed, Connor knew that he was in deep shit. That was confirmed when Rory ignored the cashier trying to hand over an extra-large hot cocoa and headed for the door, not even looking at him as she passed by him.
“Great,” Connor muttered, sighing heavily as he walked over to the counter and took the hot cocoa from the stunned cashier, who was probably wondering if hell had frozen over. Everyone in town knew that hot cocoa was Rory’s weakness and as far as he knew, she’d never passed up a cup.
He couldn’t exactly say that he was surprised to find Rory waiting for him when he stepped outside. They’d been playing this game for over twenty years, so he knew by now what to expect when Rory was pissed at him and she was damn well pissed at him. That little murderous glare that she shot him as she gestured for him to follow her told him everything that he needed to know.
She didn’t wait to make sure that he’d follow her as she walked over to her Jeep, climbed into the driver’s side and slammed the door shut behind her. Any sane man would probably walk the ten miles home instead of facing this woman’s wrath, but he was in love with this woman so that pretty much negated the sane part, at least for the moment.
Resigning himself to whatever Rory had in store for him, he took a sip of her cocoa, walked over to the truck and climbed in. Without a word, he handed over her keys and settled back, sipping her cocoa as she started the truck and drove off. Still, she didn’t speak and to be honest, he was in no rush to have his ass chewed out right now. It had been a long day and an even longer night and all he wanted to do was go home, climb into bed with the cranky woman, and-
“Where the hell are we going?” Connor asked when Rory suddenly took a right into their old high school’s parking lot, their old high school that had handed them each a No-Trespass Order along with their diplomas on the day they’d graduated.
