Whipped Cream of the Crop The Way To A Man’s Heart Read Online Frankie Love

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Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)

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Whipped Cream of the Crop - The Way To A Man's Heart

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Frankie Love

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When I see her at the coffee shop sipping hot cocoa, I know she’s something extra sweet. And it’s not just the whipped cream on her nose.

It’s her curves, her smile, and the way she laughs as I choose a seat right across from her. Thing is, this woman has unrealistic expectations of her dream man.

He’s got to be the cream of the crop, and I’m not sure any guy is gonna live up to it. But now that I’ve tasted her cream, I sure as hell have to try.
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Chapter One


“Man,” Trent says with a laugh, "you schooled me."

"I told you." I chuckle, jumping off the rock wall, my feet landing against the cushy ground that I’ve just installed around it.

"I knew you were good, but…” Trent laughs, running a hand over his jaw. "You know, I've been working out every day for a year and still you killed me.”

“I've been doing this for twenty years,” I say, "so don't feel bad."

Trent grabs his water bottle and takes a drink as I head over to the gym owner and catch him up. "What do you think?" I ask Grayson, pointing to the now finished rock-wall.

"It looks incredible," he says, "and I have twenty guys coming tomorrow for a training session before you head out of town."

"Of course, looking forward to it."

"I'm so glad we were able to have you here. I feel like we won the gym owner lottery."

"Hey, it's my pleasure to help out my cousin. He raves about this place and this whole town."

"Yeah?" Grayson says. "Where do you live?"

"I live in Seattle, but I wouldn't mind getting a slower pace of life."

"Then you should think about moving out here. Though, something's in the water, every guy at this gym has gotten hitched over the last few years."

"Maybe it's not the water," I say. "Maybe it's something they're eating."

"Maybe," Grayson says.

"Well, what about you?" I ask. "You're single?"

He nods. "Yep, maybe one day I'll find my perfect person. But until then, I got this gym to run."

"I understand," I say. "Being a business owner myself has changed things. I’m home a lot more now and turns out, I don’t miss life on the road at all.”

Grayson nods. "What about tonight? Do you have any plans?"

“Trent asked me if I want to go out with him and Trista, but she's got some coworkers joining her and I'm honestly spent. I think I'm just going to go back to the hotel and call it a night. Maybe grab some food to go."

"There's a bunch of food trucks down at the water if you want to head that way,” Grayson suggests.

"Sounds good," I say. "I think first I need to go get something sweet across the street at the coffee shop. After that workout, I earned it.”

"All right. Well, have a good night, we'll see you in the morning."

A bunch of guys have just showed up at the gym, Trent's buddies who I've met from time to time when I've come and visited him. Most of them seem like they've just gotten off work and are getting in an hour of exercise before they head home.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Trent," I say, patting his back, "and thanks for the competition."

"Hardly," Trent says, chuckling. "But I'll see you in the morning. Okay? Trista is going to come too."

"Yeah?" I say, "That's awesome."

"Yeah, maybe there'll be some other women here too. Maybe you can meet somebody."

"What are you trying to say, Trent?" I ask, pulling on my jacket and grabbing my bag. It's full-on fall and the weather's turned. The leaves outside are red and yellow and there’s a chill in the air.

“Maybe Trista will bring a friend with her,” Trent says, "and you can meet a nice girl to move here and settle down with."

"I don't know if a nice girl is going to want to settle down with me. When they find out what I used to do for a living, they’ll think I'm too much of a risk."

I leave the gym and cross the street to the coffee shop I'd eyed earlier. I'm not tired and don't want to go to sleep in the hotel room right away. I'm feeling antsy in a way I haven't in a long time. Maybe Trent is onto something. The idea of settling down, finding a partner, doesn’t sound scary. In fact, it sounds like it’s about damn time.