Page 4 of Thirst Trap
They came from Porter, the owner of The Joint. I’ve taken one too many dares at his bar to know those words are my kryptonite. Next thing I know, I’m giving the town’s twin spinsters a birthday present they’ll never forget.
And neither will I. They might be ninety-five, but they were… we’ll call them handsy.
Little did I know the pictures and video from that night would live in Rolling Hills history and the name Officer Sexy would be born.
I haven’t been able to live it down since.
“Come on, Evans,” Trent says, trying to egg me on. “Just look at her. You going to leave a bride hanging?”
I take a look over to the bachelorette party, but it’s not the bride who catches my attention. Standing next to her is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life.
She is laughing at something, and her smile is lighting up this entire bar. Her blond hair is styled on top of her head, but I can tell it’s long enough that it would flow past her shoulders if she let it down.
With her bare shoulders on display, all I want to do is place my lips there to see what she would taste like.
She’s gorgeous. Stunning. Unlike any woman I have ever seen in my life. Granted, the dating scene in Rolling Hills is limited due to the fact that we have all known each other since we were kids.
But it doesn’t matter if we are in Nashville, Rolling Hills, or in the middle of Times Square; she would still be the most beautiful woman in the room. No question about it.
And I need to know who she is.
“Dare accepted,” I say, taking one last pull of my beer. “Go to the jukebox. Find the song.”
