Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“Doesn’t he win awards and stuff?”
“Oh, yeah, that man is damn good on a bull. Ryan’s the second oldest.” She twists her lips before taking a bite of her taco. “He left for a long time, worked in the city. I think he was in New York, but I’m not sure. Something to do with finance.”
“I’ve seen him around town recently.”
“Rumor has it that he’s back for a while. He has a good-sized ranch of his own, and he bought some horses recently. My brother’s been helping him with them. Ryan rescued them from a pretty bad situation.”
“Okay, that’s kind of sexy, a man who rescues horses.”
Polly chuckles and nods.
“Does your brother know him well?”
“Oh, yeah, Mac and Ryan have been best friends since they were kids. And then Millie is the youngest Wild sibling.”
“I love Millie,” I reply and scoop a heap of guac onto my chip and take a bite. “She’s the best.”
“Totally agree.” Polly nods. “Chase is the middle kid. Smack in the middle. I like him.”
“I think I like him, too.” I finish my taco and drain the last of my margarita. “I mean, I already knew that I liked him well enough as a person, but I’m attracted to him. So, I think I’ll consider a date with him.”
“Oh, great,” Polly says with fake enthusiasm. “At the rate you move, you’ll date him when you’re at retirement age.”
“You’re a riot.”
With a smirk, Polly also finishes her meal, and we decide to call it a night. We pay the bill and walk out of the bar to our vehicles.
“Next week, same time, same place?” I ask her.
“Unless you have a hot date with the cop, yes,” she replies and leans in to hug me. “Seriously, go on a date with him.”
“I don’t even know if he wants to,” I remind her.
“He does.” She winks at me and gets into her car. “I’ll wait for you to get in yours before I pull away.”
I wave and then unlock my own car, get inside, and start the engine, and then Polly drives off, headed for home.
After putting the car in reverse, my car starts to move, but I realize immediately that something isn’t right.
“What in the hell?” I put it back in park and get out, circle the car, and realize that I have a flat tire on the passenger side. “Well, shit.”
The door of the bar opens, and Evan strolls out, tilts his head when he sees me, and hurries over. “Are you okay, Summer?”
“Flat tire,” I reply with a sigh. “Just my luck.”
He scowls and walks around to see for himself, and kicks it. “Yep, that’s flat. Come on, I’ll give you a lift home, and we can call Brooks to come take care of this.”
“Thanks.” I follow him over to his BMW and sit in the passenger seat after he holds the door for me. “I’m sorry about this, but I’m grateful for the ride home.”
“It’s definitely not your fault,” he replies immediately and fastens his seat belt. “You probably ran over a nail or something somewhere along the way.”
“I just replaced those tires, too,” I grumble with a huff. “Figures, right?”
“They’ll fix it,” he assures me as he drives us into our neighborhood. “Did you and Polly have fun?”
“We always have fun,” I reply with a smile. “I feel like we’ve been friends since we were kids. Aunt Paula says we’re two peas in a pod.”
“I like her a lot,” he says with a nod. “She’s a good businesswoman. Her boutique seems to be doing really well.”
“She’s smart about what she brings in to sell,” I agree. “Tourists and locals alike love it, and I think that’s really smart.”
“I agree.”
“You should date her.”
Evan glances my way, an amused look on his handsome face. “I like her, but not like that.”
“Your loss, I guess.” Evan pulls up to my house. “Thanks a lot for the ride. I appreciate it.”
“No problem. Do you want me to walk you in?”
“Nah, I’ve had my eye on the security app, and there hasn’t been anything going on. I’m good. Thanks for coming to my rescue.”
“Anytime. Have a good night.” He waves to me, offers me that charming smile, and then drives off toward his own house just down the street.
It’s too bad that Evan isn’t interested in Polly that way because I think they’d make a cute couple.
Lily is excited to see me when I walk in the door. She does her zoomies through the house and then runs out to the yard to do her business as I put a load of laundry into the wash and unload the dishwasher. By the time that’s done, she’s ready to come back in, and I give her dinner.
“I know you hate these evenings when you’re here by yourself.” I scratch her behind the ears. “But I deserve to have a social life, too, you know.”