Page 7 of Sweet Whiskey
Colt clears his throat, his eyes flicking back up to my face. “You usually start your mornings this early?”
“I try, some days are better than others.”
He nods. “Well, good choice coming here. The diner coffee isn’t the best.”
I smile, slowly taking a sip. “That’s good to know, thanks.”
Colt rolls his shoulders, scratching at his neck. The movement sends over a whiff of his scent, and I nearly moan. The woodsy with a hint of citrus aroma is mouthwatering, and I clench my thighs to prevent arousal from slipping out. “So, you staying in town long?”
My cheeks flush, and I take a small sip of my coffee while my stomach turns with nerves. Does he want to know because he’s interested in me? “I might be. I’m still going to give it my best shot at finding who I’m looking for. You live here?”
He nods. “Yeah, so if you ever want a tour, I’m your guy.” Colt glances back to a large truck sitting in the parking lot and frowns.
“I heard from the bartender you were thinking about taking a job at Sweet Whiskey. Did last night scare you off?”
My eyes widen, and then I let out a soft laugh. “Not yet, but I guess we’ll see when I’m the one dancing.”
Colt’s stare drags down my body again, and he bites down on his lip. “I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think.”
“Maybe,” I whisper.
He nods at the truck, tipping his hat toward me after. “I gotta get back to work, but I’ll be seeing you, Kinsey.”
“Hopefully, Colt,” I whisper as he walks off before I can reply. I might be delusional enough to think he didn’t want to give me room to reject him, but I know better than to get my hopes up. Alphas like him have their pick of omegas, and while I don’t find myself lacking, there’s nothing special about me either.
When I glance up, the barista is staring with a friendly smile.
I blush, holding up the coffee. “It’s really good.”
Her grin widens. “Thank you! And just so you know, Colt is a really good guy.”
My cheeks heat with a deeper flush, knowing she must have watched our entire exchange. I guess everyone being in everyone’s business is one of the quirks of a small town, and I’ll have to get used to it.
I clear my throat. “Uh. Good to know. Thanks. Can I get another cup to go?”
She hurries to make my drink, and my gaze falls back to the truck driving down the single long road out of town. I came to find my dad, but it wouldn’t hurt to have some fun before figuring out what I want to do next. I’m not sure if I’ll stay long. I suppose it depends on if I find him, and if he wants to get to know me once I do.
With a sigh, I grab the extra coffee and head back to the inn. When I get back to the room, Brielle is groaning and rubbing at her eyes. She glares when I come through the door.
“Did you leave the curtains open on purpose?”
“Of course not,” I lie, presenting the cup of coffee as a peace offering.
She talks, mumbling under her breath as she sits up.
I move onto her bed, cuddling next to her with a wide smile. She watches me and scrunches her eyebrows. “Give me five minutes. You’re too chipper, and I’m not awakeenough.”
Nodding, I eat my pastry in silence until she turns to me with a sigh. “Alright, spill it.”
“I saw the cowboy from last night again. His name is Colt, and I’m pretty sure he’s going to ask me on a date.”
Her eyes shoot up. “Pretty sure? As in, he didn’t ask?”
I shake my head. “No, he was just all ‘I’ll be seeing you’but in that deep, hot as hell voice.”
“I’m sure it didn’t sound as creepy in person,” Brielle says, snagging a bit of my muffin. “You don’t think he was following you, do you?”
Frowning, I hadn’t thought of that. “No,” I say reluctantly, “I just figured a small town, only so many places for coffee.”
