Page 36 of Give Me Redemption

She licks her lips. “Nope. City girl through and through.”

“City girls can ride horses, too,” I reply.

She shrugs. “Yeah, but this one hasn’t.”

“Maybe one day I’ll get you on one.”

“I doubt it,” she says with a smirk before she grabs her beer.

“What do you do? How do you spend your time?”

“Oh, I’m a librarian.”

“Really?” I ask her. That doesn’t seem right.

“Yep. Lover of books.” She looks back at the TV just as one of the players knocks the ball out of the park. “Yes!” she says, lifting off her seat a tad and leaning on the bar. “Run,” she urges. My eyes go to her back, down to her ass. Her hair is pulled to one side, exposing her slender neck.

I swallow and grab my beer again.

She looks back at me. “Did you see that?” she asks with a big grin. “We just scored three runs.”

“I saw,” I reply. Her excitement for the game is contagious, or maybe it’s just being around her.

She’s different.

She’s actually got a brain in her head and has some interest. It’s clear she works out; she likes sports and she’s into books.

Nothing like I’d normally sleep with, which is oddly refreshing.

Moments later, we get our burgers and she eats like she hasn’t all day.

“Sorry,” she says with a mouthful. “I skipped breakfast.”

“You’re not bothering me,” I tell her. She grabs a napkin from behind the bar, and I get to stare at her ass again. I look up at the TV when she sits back down. “What do you do for fun?”

“Fun?” she replies, wiping her mouth.

“Yeah, you know, the thing that people sometimes like to have.”

She rolls her eyes. “I know what fun is.”

“Okay,” I say. “So what’s fun to you?”

“This,” she says.

“This?” I reply, looking around the bar. It’s full of men and beer and loud TVs.

“Yeah, I’ve been coming here for years. My dad and I spend a lot of time here, and the boys…” She stops herself. “Some of his friends like to come in here, too.”

I nod. “So, it’s like the local hangout.”

“Exactly. Besides that, I really don’t do anything.”

“You’re not into clubs?”

She shakes her head. “Nah. Not my scene.” “You?”

“Yeah. I go every now and again. My brother owns Red.”

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