Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“Ignore Grumpy McGrumpers,” Everleigh advises. “He’s just pissed I made him take me out tonight instead of staying home and hibernating on the couch.”
“I also said we could hibernate in the bed.” He turns to her, arguing his point. “I basically named every single other place in our house but here.”
“Be still my heart.” She crosses her hands over her heart. “He’s so romantic,” she says sarcastically. “Anyway”—she smiles—“how are you all doing? How was your day?” My eyebrows shoot together, and I'm actually afraid of getting throat punched by Brock if I answer. I look at Theo, who shakes his head, not willing to answer either. “Ugh, you guys are the worst.” She shakes her head. “I’m going to go and sit with some girls.” She puts her head back, getting on her tippy-toes before leaning in and kissing his neck before walking away.
“Great,” he groans and moves between us, “now she’s not even with me.”
“She’ll come back,” I tell him, slapping him on the shoulder trying not to laugh at the big man sulking that his woman went to say hello to her friends, “or you’ll find her.” Theo and I both laugh while he glares.
“What the fuck are you two doing here anyway?” He looks at both of us.
“It’s Friday night and we’re both single, so where the fuck else would we be?” Theo fires back, looking around. “I mean, it’s not like I can meet anyone at work.”
Brock turns to me to find out what my excuse is. “I’m only here because it’s my turn to drive or I’d be home on my couch,” I confirm to him, at the same time I look over at the door and see Frankie, Dominic, and Nino walk in. “We might be able to take the ranchers now.” I motion with my head toward the door.
Brock’s eyebrows shoot together. “Why are you taking on the ranchers?”
“Because this one,” Theo explains, looking at me, and motioning with his head, “is pining over the new girl.” He points over his shoulder toward where Sierra was sitting but is now standing as she dances with Everleigh doing some line dance thing. “And the new rancher was sitting beside her, and they were talking.”
“Did you ask her out?” Brock asks me.
“I did,” I admit, and Theo gasps. “Asked her to have dinner with me. She obviously said no.” I pick up the beer in my hand and take another pull. It feels like acid going down my throat.
“Yikes,” Brock says, “maybe you’ll rub off on her.”
“Thanks,” I deadpan and stop talking when the guys make it to us. “Hey,” I say, not wanting to continue the conversation about Sierra. “Thought you guys were going back home for the weekend.”
“Nah,” Frankie says, “we decided to stay and work.” I smile proudly, nodding my head.
“Now, that is what I like to hear.” I slap his shoulder. “Drinks are on me.” I squeeze his shoulder as the bartender comes to us. “But only one. I need you guys in tip-top shape tomorrow.”
“I’ll take a case of the house blend,” Frankie jokes with him. I laugh at him, picking up my bottle of beer and looking over to see a couple of the ranchers are also up and dancing, especially the new one. He and Sierra are side by side as they laugh at themselves, trying to follow the moves.
“The worst thing you can do,” Brock cautions from beside me as Frankie, Dominic, and Nino go to the other side of Theo, “is sit here watching her every move. That’s like some sort of torture.”
“I’m not watching her,” I deny. “I’m scoping out the bar.”
He throws his head back, and his bark of laughter fills the room. Everleigh smiles at him and stops dancing to watch. “I had that same look on my face when I saw Everleigh with Emmett dance once.” My head nearly gets whiplash from how fast I turn my head toward him. “Wanted to rip his throat out.”
“I got the message from her loud and clear,” I admit. “She’s not interested.”
“Doesn’t make it easier.” He takes a pull of his own beer.
“It’s fine.” I shrug, pretending it’s not bothering me. “How are you doing getting me more equipment?” I ask, and he side-eyes me.
“Deflection,” he notes, chuckling in his glass as he takes a sip. “I’m president of that club.” I roll my eyes, but he gives in and changes the subject. The two of us talk about the different cranes I’m going to need for the barn roof that has to come off. Everleigh comes over, hugging him from the back as she pants from dancing. “Having fun?” he asks her when she takes his beer and drinks whatever is left of it.
“Yeah,” she replies, trying to catch her breath. I look over my shoulder and spot Sierra walking out of the bar. My eyes go to the table, seeing the guy sitting and talking to a couple of people.