Page 50 of More Than My Hometown

My insides clench, much like they did earlier today, at the thought of Ewan’s mouth on me again. Heat crawls up the back of my neck, and it’s all I can do to hope and pray that I’m not blushing as I sit here and think about how good it felt to have his hands all over me. About how I can’t wait to try other things with him.

Things I’ve been waiting a long time for.

“Just remember, Wills, payback’s a bitch…” Margeaux coos.

Willa shrugs, as if she’s not worried about it. “Bring it on, Maisey.”

I nod, not knowing how to react to that. Especially with their mama right there. Although, to be fair, Miss Belle does not seem to care one single lick that we’ve sat here for the last few minutes discussing the sex lives of her children in front of her.

“Oh, did I tell you what I’m making for the welcome party for Reel Madness?” Dolly asks, shouting out her question to no one in particular. “It’s so on brand.”

From sex talk to fishing tournaments—if that’s not the randomness of girl time, I don’t know what is.

“Did you figure out how to make a big mouth bass out of pastry?” I quip, not sure how food can be on brand for a fishing tournament.

“Not yet, but don’t tempt me,” she snarks. “Plus, Alice has the bass on the rod cookies, so that might be a little too much.”

Bass on the rod…

The light bulb goes off in my head and I look at Brenna, her wide eyes telling me she had the exact same thought I did. How no one has ever made that joke for all the years Ewan has owned the shop, I have no idea. Especially after he named it The Booby Trap.

I guess that’s what I’m for. To make all innuendos.

“How fast can we have shirts made?”

“Ummm, depends on what kind and how many,” Willa says, her boss babe brain kicking in. “And if you have a design ready. Why, what do you need?”

“Think we could get some ready by Reel Madness?”

I hold my breath, my heart rate kicking up as I wait for Willa to reply. We have two weeks until the event, so that might be pushing it. If I can get a design worked up, and something rushed through though, even conceptually, then I’ll make it work.

Because this will be a hit.

I don’t have to have enough to stock the whole store. Just enough to get everyone talking.

“I’m sure Bronwyn’s got someone up her sleeve that can produce something in that amount of time. What are you thinking?”

I smile, feeling so alive that I could burst. The design is already forming in my mind, so all I need is someone with some actual artistic talent to draw it out. Should be simple. I hope.

“Can y’all keep a secret?”