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“Yup. No need to bite. Though if we all bond Kinsey, we may still feel one another.”
My heart skips; nerves flutter in my chest at the thought of bonding Kinsey. I hadn’t given much thought about bonding with someone, other than I never wanted to do it. But suddenly, my teeth ache with the need to pierce her skin. “Alright, let’s look into it.”
Brooks smirks. “But you’d bite me if it came down to it, wouldn’t you?”
My eyes flit to his, narrowing. “You’d like it too much.”
He bursts out in laughter, rubbing his jaw. “Yeah, probably.”
CHAPTER 11
KINSEY
“I can’t believe we got this much in tips. Who knew cowboys made so much?” Brielle says, counting her money for the second time since last night. For it being our second shift waitressing, we were starting to get the hang of it. After our first night waitressing that didn’t go as well as we hoped, she put us behind the bar to shadow others and learn the drinks and then into the kitchen to learn the menu for a few days. Tracy said we can have today off, and it will give us the time to explore the town more and look around for another place to live.
I shake my head with a soft smile. “Maybe it’s more that they want us to redistribute that in thetown. The tiny café on the corner has really good coffee and pastries.”
Her nose wrinkles. “You know I don’t like breakfast.”
Rolling my eyes, I pull on my sweatshirt and stare at her with my hands on my hips. “Okay, the diner then. I do need to leave the room to ask about my dad. And every time I leave without you, you scold me when I get back.”
She lets out a giant sigh, but rolls off the bed and slips on her shoes. My lips twitch at her antics, knowing she’s just being dramatic because she’s Brielle. My best friend is one of the most ride or die people I’ve ever met.
“Ugh, fine. Burgers on me then,” she says with an exaggerated whine.
I frown. “I made a decent amount of tips too.”
She waves her hand. “Please, don’t even try. You spent most of your time with one table before mysteriously disappearing for twenty minutes.”
“That was my first night. When Colt had to…you knowin the alley.” My cheeks flush.It’s been a few days since that night, and I haven’t seen any of the cowboys since then.
Her nose crinkles before she laughs. “Oh yeah. Either way. It’s on me, bitch.”
Brielle grabs a handful of the bills before shoving the rest into the random bible we found in the nightstand. “No better protection than the word of god.”
I laugh. “I don’t think it works like that, but we shall pray.”
My best friend smirks and follows me out of the room, locking it behind her. We nod at the front clerk, who waves at us with a warm smile.
“Everyone is so friendly. A little creepy,” Brielle mutters under her breath.
I grab her hand, pulling her down the sidewalk and toward the diner I saw yesterday. “Or maybe everyone knows everyone. And you can’t get away with random animosity like you can with strangers in the city.”
She hums, her eyes taking in more of the small town square. “It’s cute, very cozy.”
I don’t miss the slight hitch of her voice, and I stifle my grin. “Imagine how toned your legs and butt could be after walking everywhere.”
Brielle gives me an unimpressed glare before smiling with a sigh. “Fine, I will reel in my complaining and give it a fair shot.”
“Thank you,” I say, kissing her temple as we walk toward the diner. A heavy-set woman greets us with a broad grin. I try not to stare pointedly at the abundance of boobs trying to squeeze out of her shirt.
Unfortunately, my no-filter best friend gawks and blurts out, “Are they real?”
I snap my head to her. “Brielle!”
The woman laughs, coming around the counter and hugging her. Brielle’s face disappears between the large mounds, and my mouth falls open. Can you suffocate between tits? Before I can protest, the woman lets go and steps away with another laugh.
“They feel real enough for ya, honey?”
