Page 36 of Snowed

“Why do you say that?”

“Have you looked in the mirror lately, Snow?”

Tucker thinks I’m attractive. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t think of me like a sister, though.

He cleared his throat. “Anyway, I thought you were with some guy for ages.”

“I was. But then he ghosted our relationship, deciding to take a job overseas.”

“Damn. I’m sorry. Better to know now that he wasn’t the one rather than later, though, right?”

“I guess, yeah.” I shrugged. “But I’ll be thirty next month, and still can’t help feeling like I wasted a lot of good years on him.”

He leaned his gorgeous tattooed arms against the counter. “Thirty is super young. You have your whole life ahead of you.”

“Says the true youngun in this equation.”

“Not that young anymore, Snow,” he said with a glimmer in his eyes.

I can see that. Way too clearly right now.

“Hey!” Maggie called from behind me.

I turned. “Hey there.”

“Where’s your date?”

“Probably off fucking an Excel spreadsheet,” Tucker cracked.

I chuckled. “It didn’t work out.”

Maggie frowned. “He left?”

“Well, only after I excused myself to take care of a family emergency that never actually happened.”

Her eyes widened. “You lied and blew him off?”

“He was boring as hell, Maggie. I’m sorry.”

She crossed her arms and huffed. “Aw, man. I thought he’d be great for you.”

I rattled the ice in my drink. “I’m thinking the matchmaking thing is not for me.”

“Nonsense.” She smacked the counter. “I’ve already got someone in mind for you tomorrow night. And I promise to get it right this time.”

After she left, Tucker leaned in and whispered, “You know where to find me if you need to send an SOS.”

The feel of his breath on my skin gave me goosebumps. And he smelled so freaking good. The way my body reacted? It seemed to want a lot more from him than just an SOS. Damn it. Was I really lusting after Tucker? He’s Maggie’s brother! I could never.

CHAPTER 3

Tucker

“What’s pissing you off today?” Caleb, one of my regulars, turned around and looked straight at the booth Lucy was sitting in before turning back to me.

My eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?”

He shrugged. “You’ve been shooting daggers at those two for the last hour.”