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Buddy kept his hand in mine just as my phone buzzed with an incoming text.
I checked my watch and felt my lips twitch.
Today, it wasn’t a middle finger from Kristoff.
Today, it was a narrow-eyed emoji and a gif that said ‘you’re extra.’
Maybe I was.
But the man freakin’ stood me up for a date I’d had to travel six hours to. What did he expect?
Honestly, I felt he was getting off easy.
Though, at this point I didn’t know why he hadn’t blocked me.
Buddy yanked on my hand and when I looked down he pointed.
His siblings and Ellenie had walked into a tent.
I’d totally missed it after getting the text, so when I went in a few seconds behind them with Buddy, I couldn’t see them at all.
Sighing at Ellenie’s lack of forethought—you know, like keeping up with us when we were supposed to be with them—I started looking around.
My gaze at first traveled right over the man on the stage as I searched for the platinum blonde hair of my friend.
But then, almost as if the universe wanted me to look at the stage, I did.
And what I saw made me freeze in my tracks.
The man on stage with his phone in his hand, a smile on his face, and listening to something someone else beside him—a beautiful redhead with perfect tits—was saying instantly caught and held my attention.
He was tall, six-foot-nine. He had large hands, dark almost black hair and not a single visible tattoo.
He was muscular and filled his clothes well. He was wearing faded blue jeans that looked to be on the verge of needing to be retired. A black shirt that was molded so perfectly to his shoulders that he looked almost about to pop the seams. Then there were his boots.
They were nothing special.
Honestly, you could probably find them at most sporting goods stores.
But they filled out his perfectly awesome ‘country boy’ look.
And that beard.
His beard had red in it, and there was an unruliness to it that let me know it couldn’t be tamed. Not even when it was trimmed like his was. His dark buzz-cut hair was just as unruly. It stuck out in all directions, and there wasn’t a single strand of it that lay flat to his head.
It was as I was studying his hair when he turned to me, and his blue eyes caught mine.
My breath froze in my throat, and shock filled me to my core.
Why?
Because it was Mr. Tinder in the flesh.
Mr. Tinder that was definitely not a firefighter or a paramedic.
No, he was definitely a side show act at Singh Circus.
And he was staring at me like he’d seen a ghost.
