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She turned around, probably wondering who I was talking to. I wished she wasn’t wearing sunglasses because I couldn’t see her eyes, but I’d confirmed she was definitely pretty.
She gave a small shrug. “This place is always slow.”
I had a feeling she was looking me up and down from behind those sunglasses. It only took seconds, but I must have come up lacking. She turned back around and returned her attention to her phone.
Well, shite.
I chuckled softly. “Is there a blizzard in today’s forecast that I didn’t hear about?”
She whipped around and pulled off her sunglasses. This time she eyed me up and down very obviously; unfortunately, zeroing in on my left nipple—or rather, the drool stain on my wrinkled T-shirt—and the words that read ‘BLINK if you want me’ across my chest.
Her eyes narrowed with disdain. “I’m not blinking.”
Ouch.
The line moved, so we both took a step forward.
This girl was feisty, and I was bored. Yeah, I was going to mess with her a bit.
Something about her seemed familiar. Her eyes pulled me in; they were the bluest blue. Maybe she had colored contact lenses because I’d never seen eyes so bright blue. The hair poking out of her hat was long and blonde, her teeth were straight and super white, and her nose was just adorable. Not one blemish marred her skin and her lips were glossy pink with a pronounced cupid’s bow on the top lip. Those lips … yeah, my cock twitched.
Then it hit me. She was one of the ‘beautiful’ people. The people I’d watched on television growing up in Scotland. I used to watch this show about some high school kids in America. The kids were all impossibly beautiful and rich with endless amounts of designer clothing, fancy cars, and impossibly white teeth. And the weather in America was always sunny and warm. It looked like paradise.
It was no wonder when I had to get out of Scotland that I ran to the U.S. It had always seemed like a fantastical wonderland to me. Reality had tamed that notion over the years. I’d toured through most of the states with Ghost Parker and had met an incredibly wide variety of people and experienced an amazing variety of weather and landscapes. America was fucking huge and not all the people were beautiful looking.
But this lass? She was the embodiment of the perfect American girl from that show I used to watch. They were a dime a dozen here in southern California, but a lot of them had shitty personalities to go along with their beauty. Entitled. Bitchy. Fake.
“Is the coffee good here? Is it worth this wait?” I muttered.
She didn’t even glance my way when she answered. “There’s another coffee shop a couple of blocks down. Maybe you should go there?”
I rocked back on my heels. “Well, aren’t you just a wee ray of sunshine?”
She looked like she was ready to unleash an unholy torrent of curses upon me, but then she took a deep breath and shrugged casually before turning her back on me as if I didn’t matter.
I wasn’t going to let her ignore me. It was too much fun messing with her. “Such a sensitive lassie.”
That did it. I heard her sharp inhale and then an actual gasp of outrage as she whipped around to confront me. “Did you just call me a dog?”
I wanted to laugh out loud, but I kept my smile lazy. “You’re a lassie, aye? You don’t look like a lad to me.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Isn’t there some leprechaun meeting somewhere you should be running off to?”
Fuck me. This girl thought I was Irish. This time, I couldn’t hold back my chuckle. “Sorry to disappoint you, but that meeting was last night. But, I heard the Barbie club was meeting today. It should be right up your alley.”
Her face turned bright red. She was so mad; she actually spluttered. I braced myself for what she was about to let loose when her phone rang. She paused, eyeing me for a long moment before answering her phone.
“Hey, Mom.”
She turned away from me, her back toward the street. The line moved forward another step as she listened to whatever her mother was saying.
“No, I’m not at my apartment right now. I just stepped out to get a coffee.”
I was blatantly eavesdropping but didn’t feel the slightest bit bad about it.
“Yes. He took me out to dinner. It was lovely.”
Was she talking about a boyfriend? Shite. Now, that was oddly disappointing.
