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Just when she was beginning to dislike and totally denounce this backward-ass town, the bells over the entrance door chimed causing Mia to look up.
Her heart stopped and her mouth gaped open.
There he was.
In all his troubled-youth glory.
Wearing a hoodie, despite the outside temp being so hot. Holy cannoli. This boy was his own person, waking up and wearing what he wanted regardless of the South Georgia heat. He was clearly a rebel, complex and likely misunderstood.
She was instantly in love.
He also wore skinny black jeans that looked to be from Hot Topic and black low-top Converse tennis shoes. His hair was a longish light brown with a sweep in the front as if he had something to hide.
Secrets.
His eyes made a sweep of the room as if to catalog who was there.
Then it happened.
His eyes landed on hers, and somehow, she found the wherewithal to close her gaping mouth before he looked at her and gave her A. Head. Nod.
She panicked, straightening her spine and returning his nod with a wiggly wave of her fingers, realizing as she was doing it how pathetically lame it was.
And then there was growling.
Deep and gravelly. Primal.
Was that Angus?
She turned toward her Scottish caretaker, who was all but snarling at the presumably rebellious, misunderstood, bad boy—who didn’t even appear fazed by her hulking nanny—and casually walked on toward the counter and sat down.
Not only was he beautiful and likely damaged, which made him irresistible, but he was fearless.
“What are you doing?” Mia whispered-hissed at Angus, glancing at her new obsession leaning on his forearms as he spoke with the waitress.
“I doanae care fer ‘im.”
“You don’t even know him.”
“Yon eejit looks like a half-eaten fleabag.”
“Keep your voice down a few growling decibels. He’ll hear you.”
“Look at ye. Ye’ve a face oan ye like a constipated coo.”
She glared daggers at him. “What did I say about referring to me as bovine? Not cool, Angus. Not cool.”
Giving the love of her life another glance, the waitress was handing him car keys and some cash.
“Looks like the waitress is yon eejits mam. Who doana care a lick fer yer ma.”
Well, hell. That could pose a problem. Wouldn’t you know it? Star-crossed lovers before they even had a chance to meet.
The boy stood and Mia grabbed the menu as if her life depended on it, to appear unaffected, and brought it inches to her face.
As she peeked over the edge, he looked her way before exiting and gave her another head nod, but this time, with a sly grin on his face.
