Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
I could say the same about the man standing here in Peaches, but it’s best if I don’t travel down unfamiliar roads. The four years that separated our birthdays felt like ten when we were young. Not so much now that we’ve grown up.
Tag encourages his son forward. “Go pick out your ice cream, and Miss Lauralee will get you what you want.”
Lauralee grins. “Come on over. I have the best peach ice cream in the state, or if you like bubblegum, my personal favorite, you’re in luck.”
He runs toward her, dropping the bag of gummies on the counter, then presses his nose against the glass.
A tension that wasn’t there sweeps between as if neither of us knows what to say or where to go from here. I don’t let it build. “I—”
“I was thinking—”
We both laugh, letting the awkwardness fade. I ask, “You were thinking?”
He runs his fingers through his hair, something I watched him do a million times when we were younger. A shyness I don’t recognize takes over his expression, and he lowers his gaze. “My parents sold the stables.” He looks at me, this time with an intensity that makes me wish I had something to hold on to to steady me.
“I heard. A few years back, right?”
“Yes. It was a lot to handle without me or my brother being around. They always preferred a slower pace of the small farm to feed a family over housing the toys of ranchers who only visited every six months. They hated seeing them treated like prized possessions instead of animals that deserve care and respect.” He shifts. “Anyway, I was going to pay Rollingwood Ranch a visit in hopes of introducing my son to one of your horses.” The question isn’t obvious in the words but is clear in his eyes.
“The invitation stands. Come out anytime.”
“Thanks.”
I find myself shifting in a way that makes me feel embarrassed. Am I flirting? Am I flirting with Tagger Grange? I smile. I sure am. “Maybe we’ll even get you in some jeans and cowboy boots again, like old times.”
“I might have left The Pass, but it never left me.” He starts walking toward the counter, stopping even with me. With his hand brushed against mine, he lowers his head, and whispers, “It was good seeing you, Pris.”
My breath stops in my chest, and before I have a chance to reply, he’s already gone. I take a moment to myself and catch my breath again but fail to calm my racing heart before I turn around.
Lauralee hands him back his credit card and then shrugs. That’s when I discover what the traitor has done to me. I clasp my lips closed because what am I going to do? Rip the last cheddar biscuit from Beck’s sticky hands?
I’m supposed to be the grown-up here, but I’m feeling ready to stamp my foot in dismay and snatch it anyway. I won’t, of course, but it’s tempting, just like that biscuit.
Heading for the door, Tagger says, “Bye, ladies.”
“Bye,” we say in unison with a swoony sigh tainting our tone.
“Lordy, we’re weak,” I say to Lauralee as soon as the door closes behind them.
“Listen, we don’t get much action in the middle of nowhere Texas. That it was the Tagger Grange . . . well, it’s not the first time he’s heard a woman swoon over him.”
“True.” Anchoring my elbows on the bakery display, I drop my head into my hands. “But why does seeing him make me feel like an insecure teen again?”
She rubs my shoulder. “Because we were when he lived here. Once he was gone, though, you flourished. You don’t have to shrink just because your all-time crush is back in town. You could do the opposite and get him out of your system once and for all.”
I pop back up, ideas filling my head . . . ideas I shouldn’t even consider but suddenly am. “And by once and for all, you mean jump him?”
Laughing, she replies, “Or something a little more subtle like making love in the back of the Chevy.”
Now I’m laughing. “Thank you for indulging me, but I think it’s safest if we just stick to the platonic relationship we’ve always had as the younger sister of his best friend. No need to muddy the waters when he’s only visiting for a few days.” I push off and head toward the soda fountain. “I’m sure a week tops.”
“Guess we’ll see when he visits you out at the ranch.”
“Guess so.” I get a cola with light ice and two dashes of cherry cola and then cap it with a lid. Pushing the straw in, I return to the stool that had me almost meeting the floor in pursuit of warm bread and spin around once. “But I still need to keep my thoughts and intentions clean when it comes to him. His life is fifteen hundred miles away while I’m settled here like the previous seven-plus generations of Greenes.” My chest deflates. “God, now I’m depressed.”