I’m So Thorny Read Online Kendall Savage

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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)

It’s a bad case of opposites attract.
This small town is a fresh start for me, and I won’t let anything ruin it. Not even Dean, the deliciously grumpy man who keeps trying to kick me out of his bar.
One night changes everything between us—and not in a good way.
Dean thinks he knows what kind of woman I am?
He hasn’t seen nothin’ yet.




I’m light on my feet as I shut off the main light to Bloom and trail my friends through the dark to the front door. My stomach dips as I follow them out onto the empty street—the only thing I miss about San Diego State is the frantic energy that pulsed through the streets late into the night. I swallow the sigh that wants to push through my lips at how quiet I’ve come to expect this part of Main Street to be at this time of night.

My best friends, Savannah and Mallory, and I have spent long days getting ready for our flower shop’s grand opening. But at heart, I’m a night owl. It’s hard to be a night person in Honeyrun, North Carolina, though. It’s barely pushing nine and the streets are empty. What do you do in a town that goes to sleep before you really get going?

I drag in a deep breath, feeling myself coming alive as I stand under the moon and stars. Tipping my head back, I smile toward the velvety night sky while Savannah locks up behind us.

“What are you two doing tonight?” I ask once I dip my head back down and notice them staring at me.

“I’m heading home to Shawn.” Mal’s blush is a dead giveaway that she’s going home with dirty, dirty plans in mind. I can’t begrudge her that. Though I also can’t say that I’m not super freaking jealous. At least she has something to do tonight, even if that something is just her mega-hot boyfriend.

I look at Savannah.

“Pie,” she says. That’s all she has to say. I’ve already discovered that my college friend has a hometown habit she hasn’t been able to kick. It includes Kitty’s Diner and a certain arch nemesis that she can’t seem to get over. Sometimes it includes pie too, but more often than not, it's all about her high school rival.

I wrinkle my nose. Neither of their plans is what I have in mind for a Friday night. I’ve settled into my little two-bedroom rental house, having unpacked everything my first weekend here, and the buzz of pent up energy under my skin leaves me feeling restless. I’m not in a hurry to get home.

“You could come with me,” Savannah offers, always the mother hen of the group. “We never did eat dinner.”

“Thanks, but I think I’ll skip your pining session this week.” I wink at her, earning a snort from Mal.

Savannah’s cheeks turn even redder than Mal’s as her lips turn down in a frown. “I’m not pining for anyone. I like pie,” she argues weakly.

She’s cute when she’s in denial.

“I think it’s time I have a Longbranch burger in person.” I tap my chin, mouth watering at the thought of a good burger and a cheap beer. Is there anything more divine? “I haven’t been able to scope out the single men in this town yet. Do you think I’ll have any luck on the prowl there tonight?” I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively.

Mal practically chokes on her own tongue. “On a Friday at Longbranch? It’s safe to say you’ll find a few options.” She huffs out a laugh and grins with Savannah as if they’re sharing an inside joke.

“I don’t know if you’re laughing because the place is testosterone city or if it’s going to be more dried up than I am from my six-month celibacy streak. Either way, I still want that burger.” I shrug, knowing I’m heading to Longbranch either way. I’m curious about my friends’ sly comments about the man behind the burger. They’ve been teasing me for weeks, every time I bite into one of his meaty masterpieces.

And that’s not even a euphemism.

“Enjoy yourself.” Mal says, the secretive smile on her face as Shawn’s truck pulls up to the curb to pick her up.

Savannah nods her head in the direction of both Kitty’s Diner and Longbranch. “We can walk part of the way together,” she says after we wave our friend off. We chatter about the things left to do for the store until we stop midway down Main Street in front of the diner.

“Be safe tonight and call me for a ride if you need to,” Savannah says, even though we both know I won’t call her. Savannah and I became friends in college when we bonded over our shared upbringings. Both of us grew up with single parents and did more than our share to help keep our families afloat growing up.