Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Do you like avocados?”
I was in the process of putting a slice of an avocado in my mouth, so I wasn’t sure if he was joking or not.
“Uh, yes?” I said in confusion.
“You look like you do,” he grinned. “Did you know that an avocado is what they consider a super food?”
I shook my head, enjoying the creamy slide of the ‘superfood’ down my throat.
God, I loved avocados!
“It’s fattening, sure, but it has the good kind of fat in it, too. Good thing you don’t care about your weight.”
I paused with the next slice of avocado halfway to my mouth.
My eyes flicked to the side to see if the man at the next table over had caught the admission from my date, Tad. I winced when I saw that he had, in fact, caught it.
I sent him a ‘don’t do anything stupid’ look and turned my eyes back to my date.
“Tad,” I said to him. “I’m not really sure that you should tell someone that it’s good they don’t care about their weight.”
Tad had the grace to blush. “Sorry, sometimes I get nervous and say stuff I wouldn’t normally say, only think.”
I wasn’t sure that was better.
But I chose to let it go; otherwise, I might brain him with the fork I was using to shovel the avocado into my mouth with.
“Do you still live at home?”
I shook my head. “No, I haven’t lived at home in years. I moved out when I was eighteen to go to college, and never went back.”
“Interesting,” he said. “I would think since your father is the pastor and all, that you’d want to help him.”
I wanted to argue with him, but I knew that doing that would only prolong this date further than it needed to be.
I wasn’t sure if he was crazy or not, and I honestly didn’t want to know any more about him.
What I wanted to do was finish my tacos, and then find a quiet place to nap. Preferably on my big sofa that liked to suck me in each time I sat on it.
But then Lark showed up with the second serving of tacos, saving the day, but also prolonging it.
The date wasn’t going to be saved.
I wasn’t rude, though, so I sat there, ate my tacos, and wondered why they tasted different.
It wasn’t until I was halfway through my second taco that I realized why it tasted different.
There wasn’t any meat on it.
My mouth fell open as I flicked the corn tortilla to the side, revealing its contents.
My eyes went up to the man who was now staring at me with dawning horror.
“No.”
I winced.
“THERE’S COW IN ME!”
My hand covered my mouth to hide the laugh that wanted to escape.
The asshole, Tate Casey, did nothing to hide his enjoyment of it, however.
He laughed. He guffawed. He chuckled. He wiped the tears that were streaming from his eyes as he got a basic understanding of the horror two tables over. Then, he bent over double and bellowed with utter glee.
“THERE IS COW IN ME!” Tad screamed again. “OH, MY GOD!”
I bit my lip, trying so hard to not laugh.
And I failed.
I couldn’t help it.
I should really be more considerate. Really, I should.
I had nothing against those members of society that wanted to be vegan for personal reasons. To each their own. But with the way Tad was now crying, and literally dry heaving, I couldn’t help it.
I laughed.
I kept laughing longer than I probably should have due to the man that was hunkered over his table now, beating on it with a big meaty fist.
Even the man that was eating with him, Baylor Hail, looked like he was trying hard not to die of laughter.
But my date saw me laughing, and got mad.
To show his anger, he picked up his plate and threw it at me.
The contents of his plate landed on my shirt. The plate itself knocked me in the head where I’d run into a ladder not even twelve hours before.
And the feeling of blood running down my forehead was almost immediate.
That’s when Tate Casey stopped laughing.
I placed my hand to my forehead, brought my fingers away, and saw the blood there.
Wincing, I reached for the stack of napkins and pressed it to my forehead while also standing.
Tate drug my date out by his collar, opened the front door of the best taco shop in Hostel, and threw the little punk outside. Immediately he closed the door, turned around, and surveyed the room.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “You had a trash problem.”
I bit my lip to keep the snort from escaping.
Tate saw and walked toward me.
His large fist came to my chin, lifted it up and to the side, and stared at my face.
“Move the napkins.”
I did.
“I think you’ll live.”
I nodded.
My entire body felt like it was floating with his nearness.