Page 25 of Three Not-So-Little Words
“You don’t like your town?” he asks.
“Ilovemy town. But most people don't know how great it is until they’re here. Hell, most people don’t even know Lilly Leaf Fallsishere. I’m surprised you just pulled it out of a hat.”
“Actually, I know someone here.”
“Oh? Who?”
“The groom.”
“Jack?”
He swigs his beer and nods. “I’m going to work at the shop with him.”
“You’re a mechanic?” I ask.
That gets me another smile—this one a bit more shy. “Something like that.”
“Well, Jack is my new brother-in-law.”
“I guess it’s true what they say about small towns—everyone is connected in one way or another.”
I lift my glass to my lips. “Honey, you have no idea.”
I quickly down all of the whiskey that’s left. Drew’s eyes stay glued to me as I lick a drop of my bottom lip.
Holding out his hand for my glass, he asks, “Can I get you a refill?”
“Sure.”
As he walks to the bar, it’s my turn to stare. Last night, he wore jeans and a t-shirt, but tonight, he wears a white dress shirt and black pants. The sleeves on his shirt are rolled up almost to his elbows, showing off his tats.
He’s not super tall, but he’s solid. I wouldn’t mind taking a turn on that ride.
It doesn’t take long for him to return with my drink in hand.
He gives it to me and says, “You know I’m not sure I should trust a woman who doesn’t wince when drinking whiskey.”
“Guess that means I’mreallybad news because I don’t flinch while drinking anything.”
He grins. “You know, you still haven’t told me your name.”
“Veronica. But my friends call me Ronnie.”
“Can I call you Ronnie?”
“Do you want to be my friend?” I ask with a raised brow.
“That depends.”
“Oh?”
“On what kinds of things you do with your friends.”
Maybe some could question whether or not his words have a double meaning, but with the way he’s looking at me, I knowexactlywhat he means.
“I could have shown you last night if you hadn’t run off at the bar.”
He breaks eye contact for a moment and runs his hand over the stubble on his chin. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that.”
