haven’t seen the side poll on Facebook to rank the town’s current hotties?”
Christ. Matt slouched down into his seat.
“It’s doubled our traffic,” Lucille said. “Matt’s out in front of Dr. Josh Scott, but just by a nose. You need to come by and vote.”
“I’ll do that.” Amy’s tone said that she’d be voting for Josh.
Lucille walked away, and Amy slid him a speculative look. “I’ll go put in your order. Ranger
Hot Buns
.”
He snagged her by her good wrist before she walked away. At the contact, he felt a current of electricity go straight through him.
She looked down at his hand on her. Apparently he wasn’t the only one experiencing the shock of connection between them. She tugged free, stepping back, looking a little off her axis.
He knew the feeling. Their chemistry was off the charts.
She turned and disappeared into the kitchen. He wasn’t all that surprised when a few minutes later it was Jan, Eat Me’s owner, who served him his food. Jan was fifty-ish, with a perpetual frown on her face and a black cap of hair that made her resemble Lucy from the Peanuts comic strip. “Where did Amy go?” he asked.
“Break,” she said in her been-smoking-three-decades voice. “She took her break.”
That night, Amy was trying to lose herself in a
Friends
marathon on TV, complete with a huge bowl of popcorn and two Snickers bars, when her phone rang.
“Chocoholics meeting tomorrow night,” Grace said when Amy answered. “Mallory wanted me to call you and let you know. She’d have called herself but she was about to go jump Ty’s bones.”
Yeah, or she was avoiding Amy after the whole sending-Matt-to-the-woods stunt… “I don’t know,” Amy said. “Jan says we can’t meet at the diner over chocolate cake anymore.” A couple weeks back, the Chocoholics had accidentally destroyed the interior of Eat Me when their chocolate cake had gone up in flames thanks to some trick candles.
“Brownies,” Grace said without pause. “We’ll meet over brownies.”
Brownies worked.
“Mallory says to prepare yourself,” Grace warned her. “Apparently now that her life is in order, we’re moving onto yours. She says we’re going to be giving you good girl lessons.” She laughed. “I’m sorry.”
“And this is funny why?”
“Well not funny
exactly
,” Grace said, still sounding amused. “A challenge, maybe.”
“Hey, I would make a good good girl.”
If she wanted…
Grace snorted. “Okay. See you tomorrow night, good girl.”
“Maybe I’m busy.”
“Are you?”
Amy hesitated. She wanted to be busy getting back up the mountain to Sierra Meadows, but she wasn’t crazy enough to do it at night. She’d wait for her next day off.
“Amy?”
“I’m free. I just really think our time would be better spent fixing
your
life first. I can totally wait.”
Grace had worked as a financial wizard back East until several months ago. Looking for some happiness, she’d stuck around town, but the employment opportunitieshere were pretty limited. “Nice try but you’re up,” Grace said. “Oh, and bee-tee-dub, Facebook says you were getting cozy on the mountain with Ranger Hot Buns.”
“Bee-tee-
what
?”
“
B T W. By the way.
Jeez, don’t you ever surf the ’net?”
Amy sighed. “Brownies. Tomorrow night.”
“We’ll expect the Ranger Hot Buns story.”
Amy hung up and then got a text from Mallory:
Good girl lesson #4: Omitting juicy details to your BFFs is a sin. You slept with him????????
Amy rolled her eyes and typed a response:
Haven’t you heard—good girls don’t tell all. Especially to nosy friends who sneakily set their supposed BFFs up when they don’t want to be set up.
Amy sent the text off, knowing Mallory would stew over that all night. It was a small consolation, because half an hour later, there came a knock at her door. Amy’s entire body went on high alert, especially her nipples, so she knew exactly who it was.
Matt Bowers.
Aka Ranger Hot
Christ. Matt slouched down into his seat.
“It’s doubled our traffic,” Lucille said. “Matt’s out in front of Dr. Josh Scott, but just by a nose. You need to come by and vote.”
“I’ll do that.” Amy’s tone said that she’d be voting for Josh.
Lucille walked away, and Amy slid him a speculative look. “I’ll go put in your order. Ranger
Hot Buns
.”
He snagged her by her good wrist before she walked away. At the contact, he felt a current of electricity go straight through him.
She looked down at his hand on her. Apparently he wasn’t the only one experiencing the shock of connection between them. She tugged free, stepping back, looking a little off her axis.
He knew the feeling. Their chemistry was off the charts.
She turned and disappeared into the kitchen. He wasn’t all that surprised when a few minutes later it was Jan, Eat Me’s owner, who served him his food. Jan was fifty-ish, with a perpetual frown on her face and a black cap of hair that made her resemble Lucy from the Peanuts comic strip. “Where did Amy go?” he asked.
“Break,” she said in her been-smoking-three-decades voice. “She took her break.”
That night, Amy was trying to lose herself in a
Friends
marathon on TV, complete with a huge bowl of popcorn and two Snickers bars, when her phone rang.
“Chocoholics meeting tomorrow night,” Grace said when Amy answered. “Mallory wanted me to call you and let you know. She’d have called herself but she was about to go jump Ty’s bones.”
Yeah, or she was avoiding Amy after the whole sending-Matt-to-the-woods stunt… “I don’t know,” Amy said. “Jan says we can’t meet at the diner over chocolate cake anymore.” A couple weeks back, the Chocoholics had accidentally destroyed the interior of Eat Me when their chocolate cake had gone up in flames thanks to some trick candles.
“Brownies,” Grace said without pause. “We’ll meet over brownies.”
Brownies worked.
“Mallory says to prepare yourself,” Grace warned her. “Apparently now that her life is in order, we’re moving onto yours. She says we’re going to be giving you good girl lessons.” She laughed. “I’m sorry.”
“And this is funny why?”
“Well not funny
exactly
,” Grace said, still sounding amused. “A challenge, maybe.”
“Hey, I would make a good good girl.”
If she wanted…
Grace snorted. “Okay. See you tomorrow night, good girl.”
“Maybe I’m busy.”
“Are you?”
Amy hesitated. She wanted to be busy getting back up the mountain to Sierra Meadows, but she wasn’t crazy enough to do it at night. She’d wait for her next day off.
“Amy?”
“I’m free. I just really think our time would be better spent fixing
your
life first. I can totally wait.”
Grace had worked as a financial wizard back East until several months ago. Looking for some happiness, she’d stuck around town, but the employment opportunitieshere were pretty limited. “Nice try but you’re up,” Grace said. “Oh, and bee-tee-dub, Facebook says you were getting cozy on the mountain with Ranger Hot Buns.”
“Bee-tee-
what
?”
“
B T W. By the way.
Jeez, don’t you ever surf the ’net?”
Amy sighed. “Brownies. Tomorrow night.”
“We’ll expect the Ranger Hot Buns story.”
Amy hung up and then got a text from Mallory:
Good girl lesson #4: Omitting juicy details to your BFFs is a sin. You slept with him????????
Amy rolled her eyes and typed a response:
Haven’t you heard—good girls don’t tell all. Especially to nosy friends who sneakily set their supposed BFFs up when they don’t want to be set up.
Amy sent the text off, knowing Mallory would stew over that all night. It was a small consolation, because half an hour later, there came a knock at her door. Amy’s entire body went on high alert, especially her nipples, so she knew exactly who it was.
Matt Bowers.
Aka Ranger Hot
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