The girl who had stolen my every train of thought at the sight of her outside of Palmero’s.
I wondered if I could get an order of chili cheese fries delivered.
I would know that body anywhere. Cause it was the same body I had been dreaming about for weeks now.
That light blonde hair was pulled back in some sort of fashion atop her head.
The same woman who had knocked me on my ass with a single statement.
Fuck.
Me.
And in that moment, something slammed into me, cementing to my very core.
She was utter perfection.
And at the sight of that utter perfection, my body moved without thought.
My hand came up and rubbed circles over my heart.
Cause it just skipped a beat.
‘Do something today that your future self will thank you for.’
– Kimber’s Life Lesson.
Chapter 8
Kimber
I was still laughing.
The kind of laugh that didn’t make any sense.
The kind of laugh that made people stop and stare... I’d had enough of that to last me a lifetime.
Once I quit laughing, I stared up at the man with long grey hair that was pulled back, who had said his name was Merlin.
Then I shared, “Honestly, at this point, I couldn’t tell you who hit me. The last... ehh... however many minutes or hours it’s been is a blur.”
He seemed to consider my words, then he said, “Well, if it comes to you, you come find me and let me know. Yeah?”
I shrugged, “Sure.”
He grinned.
Then he asked, “So, only two reasons a woman goes to a bar. She wants to get fucked, or she needs to get drunk. Which is it?”
I felt my cheeks turn pink at his words, but there was something about his candid honesty that I really liked.
So, I shared, “Well, considering I haven’t met a man who gets me as I deserve, I’m only here to get drunk.”
His eyes widened at my words for a beat, then, for some weird reason, he saluted me, “Like that. Okay, little lady, what’s your poison?”
I grinned, “Jack Daniels, please.”
He winked, then turned, grabbed the bottle of Jack, grabbed a glass, and asked, “Rocks or no rocks?”
