Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
I walk away, going over to the small bar where I have my two bar staff that are of age. The ones under twenty-one can’t work on the nights I open and alcohol is being served. I have Jade and Shawn on. They’re a great combo and work well together, they’re quick on their feet and keep everyone happy. I’d be lost without them.
“All ready to open?” I ask, leaning against the bar.
“Always.” Jade smiles, flicking her long, thick hair over her shoulder before grabbing it and tying it up. “I think we’ll be busy tonight, there are some great singers on. The one from last week is back, what’s her name?”
“Ahhh?” I say, pulling out my phone to look at the schedule. “Lucinda. She was really good.”
This is her second time playing, and the first time she definitely caught more than few eyes with her beautiful big voice and innocent type features. She was really nice, and so easy to get along with. I’m looking forward to having her back on stage. Saturday nights bring in the label heads, so no doubt she’ll catch their eye.
“She was great!” Jade nods.
“Dom’s little piece is coming in tonight, apparently she’s a country singer but is going to try something else. Should be fun.”
Jade laughs. “What’s her name?”
“Bridget. So not country,” I scoff.
I turn and stride off, going out the back to get changed. The doors open in half an hour, and I’m looking forward to the night.
I’m mostly just glad to have Wildflowers open again.
Thank the sweet lord.
I get changed, do my hair, and then peer out the window over to the garage. It’s quiet, surprisingly. I did hear they’re having a massive open day in the morning, and Riggs has a car he’s going to showcase inside the garage. Some fancy ass thing he did up, that he’s hoping to draw customers in with.
I’m sure it’ll go well ... but I’m also sure there’s something I can do to make sure he still knows it’s on ...
I’ll think on it.
I go back out and open the doors. Dom arrives with Bridget, who is up first. I haven’t met her yet, but I already know why he likes her. I’ve seen the photos. She has that sweet, country girl vibe about her, and I have no doubt she has a good voice or he wouldn’t bring her here. One look at my twin brother, and I can see he’s head over heels for this girl.
I’m happy for him.
But I also get a little sad when he finds a girl. Mostly because we don’t hang out as much and he’s basically my lifeline.
Still, got to let go one day, right?
“Hey, brother,” I say, smiling when he approaches me. “What have you got for me tonight?”
“Eve, this is Bridget. She’s my girlfriend. Bridget, this is my twin sister and royal pain in the ass, Eve.”
I grin and extend a hand to Bridget, who looks absolutely adorable. She’s wearing jeans, a frilly white top that showcases her boobs, and her blond hair is curled and falling around her shoulders. She’s a doll.
“I’m so happy to meet you, Eve. Thanks for having me, I really appreciate it.”
God she’s nice.
I couldn’t dislike her if I tried.
“Thanks for being here. We have some good label heads getting around tonight, so knock them dead up there. I’m looking forward to hearing you sing.”
She smiles nervously. “I will. Thanks so much.”
The two of them disappear, but not before Dom gives me a big happy grin over his shoulder. I throw him two thumbs up and then get myself a drink and settle in for the night. Bridget is up first and as predicted, the girl can sing. She has a deep, husky voice that’s unusual on someone so tiny. She could pull of a Miley Cyrus song, easily. She’s incredible, and I find myself unable to look away.
Dom stands at the front of the stage, and I have no doubt he’s grinning up at her.
“She’s good.”
I look to my left to see Riggs sitting down beside me, beer in hand. I look over my shoulder and see a small group of bikers sitting at a booth, but they’re all kicking back, not causing any troubles. They’re just watching Bridget sing.
“She is good,” I agree, staring at Bridget. “My brother is head over heels for her, too.”
“That your brother there?”
He nods toward Dom.
“Yeah, twin.”
“You’re a twin?” Riggs looks to me, brows raised.
“Yep.”
“Well, there you fuckin’ go.”
“What brings you here anyway? Don’t feel like creating a noisy party to drive me bananas tonight?”
He grins, god, he’s so fucking edible.
“Not tonight. Got our big opening tomorrow, can’t risk anythin’ getting fucked up. Or my car getting damaged.”
“I’ll have to come and see this car you speak of,” I say.
“Evelina.”
The sound of my father’s voice has me exhaling and sighing. Great. He’s going to see me with Riggs, lose his shit, and probably make a scene.