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“I don’t want to be the crazy cat lady, Carol.” Juniper tossed herself down on the couch pushed up against the back wall of her office and let the warmth of the comfy handknitted blanket scrunch around her.
“But a girl has to have her standards, right? I want the white gown and beautiful wedding cake, but I want the happily-ever-after that comes with it too. Something that lasts. What if it never happens?”
“What makes you think that it won’t happen?”
Good question. “Only the fact that every date I’ve been on in the last two…no, three…years has been one fatal attraction after another.”
Callie laughed softly.
“Don’t laugh. It’s true.”
“Unless you go on dates with a silencer and a 9mm, I’d say you’re probably exaggerating.”
Juniper sighed and let the blanket slide off as she stood. “Maybe.”
“STOP.” Callie’s command blasted in her ear and Juniper pulled the phone away before slowly drawing it closer.
“What the heck?”
“Now I know. You’re looking at your dress again, aren’t you, and you’ve been working on your scrapbook? Yeah, you gotta get out of your own head, Jun. You can’t meet anyone if you’re stuck in your office working on yourone-day wedding.”
Ouch. “Wow. Lay it on me thick, why don’t you.”
“You’ve been working on the perfect weddingforever.”
“Sounds about right,” she offered with a soft laugh of her own. “So what was your genius plan? You said you know what I needed.”
“We need a night of margaritas, chocolate and maybe some bar hopping.”
She didn’t need to think that one through. “You had me at margaritas.”
“We can sign off of work early tonight. How’s that?”
She huffed. “Which translates to drinking way too much on a Friday night!”
“Yeah. Pretty much. Put some positive juju into the cosmos so we can get the ball rolling on your tight schedule and get you a man willing to spank that ass.”
She spied that taunting red envelope again. “Let’s do it. We’ll also burn your list.”
Her list had saved her from quite a few mistakes, thank you very much. But Callie had a point. Unless she wanted to be a spinster and die alone with only a scrapbook of wedding ideas, she needed to ease up. It was something to consider anyway.
She needed that second cinnamon bun after all. Juniper threw open her door and glanced at the clock. Almost nine.
“You on your way?”
“Just pulled out of the drive. Be there in just a few.”
“Okay,” she heard herself mumble and she ground to an abrupt halt that had her feet skidding across the polished floor.
The sexiest set of blue eyes zeroed in on her from beneath the brim of a Stetson and she froze to the floorboards.
Tall, dark, and all Texan just entered her world.
That smile. The way he tipped his hat to a passing stranger on the sidewalk.
Holy fuck, her thighs instantly clenched and the bolt of heat that shot through her was as real as the man now looking back at her.
She mentally added another bullet point that shot straight to the top of her perfect man list:Must be a well-packing cowboy.
