Page 76 of Finding Home
Just as I turn, I see my sisters walking through the door. I look past them, hoping Blair came with them. No one said for sure if she was coming and I didn’t have the guts to text her myself and ask.
Knowing Lily, she probably made her come out.
It’s so good to see both my sisters together. I feel like it doesn’t happen often because each of them has their own personalities that often clash. Lily is the happy and outspoken one, with occasional sass mixed in. And then Poppy is just the opposite. She’s innocent and a rule follower. She loves her job,teaching and working with kids. It’s her entire life and personality. She never gets out much for fear of being judged as a teacher in a bar, but she’s working on becoming more social.
I continue making my way to the bar and Tucker must spot the girls too.
“My favorite cousins!” Tucker beams.
“We’re your only cousins, Tuck.” Lily rolls her eyes.
“Which makes you my favorites, duh.” Tucker looks around. “Where’s your new friend?”
My chest tightens at Tucker asking the question I was afraid to ask, but I step closer to him, acting like I’m wiping the counter to make sure I can hear their response.
Lily turns to look at me, a wicked grin crossing her lips. “She’ll be here.”
“Why are you looking at him like that?” Poppy asks.
“No reason,” Lily brushes her question off.
Poppy’s gaze bounces between me and Lily. “No. No. I need to know. What have I been missing?”
“Lily is waiting for Griffin to get his head out of his ass and realize he’s got a thing for the new girl in town,” Autumn chimes in as she makes her way for the girls.
Poppy gasps. “No way.”
I shake my head. “It’s not fucking happening. So drop it.”
Just as the words leave my lips, I feel a pull to look toward the front door. The way goosebumps pebble my skin tells me exactly what’s about to happen. I quite literallyfeelher before I see her.
Holy. Shit.
Blair looks like a goddamn smoke show tonight. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen her looking like she fits in here.
Looking so…country.
Looking like she could stay here.
She’s wearing a dress that reaches the floor, but it’s not overly fancy. It’s pink with deep pink and red flowers etched through the fabric. As I continue scanning her from bottom to top, myeyes land on the swell of her breasts. It’s a strapless dress, showcasing her perfectly tanned skin that I’d love to trail my fingers over.
I feel all the blood rush to my cock the longer I stare at her. The part of the outfit that’s making me feel a primal need to claim her is the black cowgirl boots peeking out under the hem of the dress that matches her black rhinestone-studded cowgirl hat.
I’d love to see her in nothingbutthose boots and that hat.
I can’t help that she looks so fucking good right now. To the point it’s painful to keep staring at her.
I shouldn’t be looking at her like this.
I can’t allow myself to go there with her.
I clench my jaw and look in Tucker’s direction. Only to find his face laced with satisfaction that he was right about her the day we built the deck. That there’s something there with her.
I throw him the middle finger and place the last of the glasses on the counter behind us.
I’m here to work.
An hour later, Seven Stools is the busiest I’ve seen in years.
