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Rose Queen: Sure. That’d be nice
King: I’ll be there
Shoving my phone into my pocket, I break into a whistle as I move on to my next chore. The road trip to Peachtree Grove just got a whole lot better.
I finish all the chores, get everything ready for Beau, and pack my stuff for the trip, including snacks. The clock ticks by so slowly I wonder whether it’s broken.
Fuck it. I’ll head into town early, grab a beer at the Tipsy Taco, and wait for Juliet to finish her shift. Better than sitting around here twiddling my thumbs.
I slap on some extra cologne, grab the keys to my truck, and head into town, nerves humming with the anticipation of seeing Juliet again. After all this time, I’m still like a damn teenager around her. My cock perks up just thinking about her, and I have half a hard-on already, my jeans getting tight. Everything about her turns me on, from her slow smile to her tight, perky ass.
Twenty minutes later, I pull into the Tipsy Taco. The lot’s crowded, music thumping so loud I hear it through the closed windows of my truck. I park and take a deep breath, preparing myself to people.
I push into the busy restaurant and survey the scene. A cover band’s banging away, the singer wailing about the highway to hell while the drummer closes his eyes and taps out the rhythm. A crowd of college kids forms a tight circle in front of the band, arms thrown around each other, swaying to the beat. Several servers are busing tables, eager to get off work. The bar’s still packed, but there’s one empty seat at the end. I head over, snagging the wooden stool for myself. I don’t see Juliet, but she may be back in the kitchen.
“Hey, handsome, what’ll it be?” A dark-haired bartender with heavy eye makeup presses against the counter, waiting for my order. I vaguely recognize her, mainly because she has blue streaks in her hair. Not something you see every day in Seaglass Beach.
“A beer. Whatever you have on tap’s fine.”
“Coming right up.” She winks at me, and I nod, careful to avert my eyes from her ample breasts outlined in a very tight Tipsy Taco T-shirt.
I sit back, glancing around, trying to spot Juliet. A few seconds later, the bartender slides the beer across the bar to me.
“Here ya go. Want to start a tab?”
“Nah. I’m good.”
“Okay.” She scribbles the order on her notepad, then hands the check to me.
I pull out my wallet and hand her the cash to settle my bill. She takes the money, keeping her eyes fixed on me the whole time.
“Keep the change.”
“Thanks.” She stuffs the cash into her apron pocket but doesn’t move away.
I break eye contact with her, wishing Juliet would magically appear and cut the awkward tension. Glancing around, I try to find her.
“You looking for someone, handsome? Blind date?”
Aggravation rumbles in my gut at her questions, but I squash it down and try my best to be polite.
“Not here on a date. Is Juliet here?”
Her eyes widen, lips forming a scarlet O. She nods.
“Yeah. She’s here.”
Saying nothing else, she gives me no further information. The band finishes up their set, making a bumpy transition to DJ tunes. I take a long slug of the beer and vaguely wonder whether coming here was a bad decision. Time’s not moving any quicker at the bar than it did back at the ranch.
“Hey.”
A light squeeze of my shoulder from behind startles me, the sultry voice sending all the blood rushing straight to my cock.
“Hey.” I peer over my shoulder at Juliet, a slow smile creeping over my face. She’s beautiful, her cheeks flushed a soft shade of pink, hair pulled away from her face, highlighting her high cheekbones. Fucking stunning.
“You didn’t have to come pick me up here.” The tip of her tongue darts out, licking at her full bottom lip.
“I know.” I shrug, leaning back in my seat to relieve some of the pressure in my pants. I’d love to pull her into my lap and grind against her, feel her warm curves on my body. There’d be time enough for that, I suppose.
