The Billionaire's Beautiful Mistake (Bold Alaskan Men Book 1) by Elizabeth Lennox Page B
Authors: Elizabeth Lennox
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to do with the grease that rubbed off from his fingers to her own. Ick!
George was trying to tell her something and she looked up at him, trying to listen and not cringe away from him. “Creek is a man. If you don’t start thinking of him that way, you’re going to lose him,” he said and reached for his coat. “I’m going out for a beer,” he said and snuck Violet’s tuna sandwich into his coat pocket. He’d already stuffed a twenty dollar bill into his jeans. A man needed sustenance, he told himself as justification for his theft. “Let me know if you want me to talk to him, honey. I know what a man wants and I can make sure he knows to take it easy with you.”
A moment later, he was gone, walking down the street and whistling. It was the first time that Violet had seen the man with a spring to his step.
Violet tried hard not to cringe as she watched him, even as she took some Lysol out and cleaned the counter as well as the stool he’d been using all morning. Why that man wanted to hang out here all day long, she didn’t understand. Couldn’t he find a job somewhere?
She poured herself a glass of water, then reached down to her small fridge and…darn him! He’d taken her lunch! Even her pretzels were gone! Ugh! She really needed to have a long talk with George. She was sick of him stealing her stuff!
She grabbed the carrot sticks that she’d cut up earlier and grabbed several orders, moving to the back room to help wrap up orders and get them ready for the mail carrier. The whole time, she kept looking out the door to the store and then glancing at her cell phone, hoping to hear or see Creek. She had no reason to think that he would contact her, but she still hoped.
By the end of the day, she walked up the stairs to her small apartment above the store, depression weighing heavily on her shoulders. She hadn’t heard from Creek all day long. Not even a text message! She’d been dating him for a week and a day hadn’t gone by yet when she hadn’t heard from him in some way.
Glancing down at her phone, she willed the screen to show that she had a message from him. Anything!
Of course, she could just shoot him a message. Where was it written that the guy had to initiate communications in a relationship? She was being ridiculously old-fashioned by waiting for Creek to send her a message. She should just…
She wasn’t an old-fashioned woman, she told herself. She was a modern woman who could take the initiative.
Picking up her phone, her fingers hesitated over the keys, not sure what to say. Finally, she decided to be bold and ask him out. He’d taken her out several times, it was her turn. If he didn’t want to have dinner with her, well, it wasn’t like she would be running into him a lot, now would she? He lived in the next small town. They’d only run into each other by accident that one time when she’d gone into The Rotten Apple.
Releasing a deep breath, she pressed the buttons and tapped out a message. “Any chance you might be interested in dinner tomorrow night? My place? Nothing fancy, just an old-fashioned meal.” She thought about adding in, “And me” but she didn’t have the courage to say that. She wasn’t even sure she was ready to take that next step, but offering to cook him dinner at her place seemed like she was sending out that message.
She pressed “send” before she could lose her courage, then stuffed her phone into her purse, not looking at it for fear that he might not respond. Or that he would!
Creek got the message and cursed under his breath. Slamming back the whiskey, he walked behind the bar and poured himself another, ignoring the concerned glances of Tucker and Saeger.
“What’s going on?” Saeger finally asked, when Creek sat down with the whole bottle. And wasn’t sharing.
“It’s the woman,” Tucker said, shaking his head. “Viola or
George was trying to tell her something and she looked up at him, trying to listen and not cringe away from him. “Creek is a man. If you don’t start thinking of him that way, you’re going to lose him,” he said and reached for his coat. “I’m going out for a beer,” he said and snuck Violet’s tuna sandwich into his coat pocket. He’d already stuffed a twenty dollar bill into his jeans. A man needed sustenance, he told himself as justification for his theft. “Let me know if you want me to talk to him, honey. I know what a man wants and I can make sure he knows to take it easy with you.”
A moment later, he was gone, walking down the street and whistling. It was the first time that Violet had seen the man with a spring to his step.
Violet tried hard not to cringe as she watched him, even as she took some Lysol out and cleaned the counter as well as the stool he’d been using all morning. Why that man wanted to hang out here all day long, she didn’t understand. Couldn’t he find a job somewhere?
She poured herself a glass of water, then reached down to her small fridge and…darn him! He’d taken her lunch! Even her pretzels were gone! Ugh! She really needed to have a long talk with George. She was sick of him stealing her stuff!
She grabbed the carrot sticks that she’d cut up earlier and grabbed several orders, moving to the back room to help wrap up orders and get them ready for the mail carrier. The whole time, she kept looking out the door to the store and then glancing at her cell phone, hoping to hear or see Creek. She had no reason to think that he would contact her, but she still hoped.
By the end of the day, she walked up the stairs to her small apartment above the store, depression weighing heavily on her shoulders. She hadn’t heard from Creek all day long. Not even a text message! She’d been dating him for a week and a day hadn’t gone by yet when she hadn’t heard from him in some way.
Glancing down at her phone, she willed the screen to show that she had a message from him. Anything!
Of course, she could just shoot him a message. Where was it written that the guy had to initiate communications in a relationship? She was being ridiculously old-fashioned by waiting for Creek to send her a message. She should just…
She wasn’t an old-fashioned woman, she told herself. She was a modern woman who could take the initiative.
Picking up her phone, her fingers hesitated over the keys, not sure what to say. Finally, she decided to be bold and ask him out. He’d taken her out several times, it was her turn. If he didn’t want to have dinner with her, well, it wasn’t like she would be running into him a lot, now would she? He lived in the next small town. They’d only run into each other by accident that one time when she’d gone into The Rotten Apple.
Releasing a deep breath, she pressed the buttons and tapped out a message. “Any chance you might be interested in dinner tomorrow night? My place? Nothing fancy, just an old-fashioned meal.” She thought about adding in, “And me” but she didn’t have the courage to say that. She wasn’t even sure she was ready to take that next step, but offering to cook him dinner at her place seemed like she was sending out that message.
She pressed “send” before she could lose her courage, then stuffed her phone into her purse, not looking at it for fear that he might not respond. Or that he would!
Creek got the message and cursed under his breath. Slamming back the whiskey, he walked behind the bar and poured himself another, ignoring the concerned glances of Tucker and Saeger.
“What’s going on?” Saeger finally asked, when Creek sat down with the whole bottle. And wasn’t sharing.
“It’s the woman,” Tucker said, shaking his head. “Viola or
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