Page 273 of Small Town Firsts
“Are you sure?”
“Definitely. Make sure you come see me soon.” A little zing zipped up my spine when the door jangled again and a dark-haired man came in. He wasn’t paying either of us any mind, his attention centered on his phone. Suddenly, his gaze lifted and bright, silvery gray eyes locked with Dre’s.
Hmm.
I glanced between them. “You need to call me,” I said again.
Dre blinked before clearing her throat. “Yeah, maybe I will.”
I gave the hottie in the motorcycle jacket a grin then waggled my eyebrows at Dre and took my bundle. “See ya.”
“Bye, Ryan.” Dre cleared her throat again as she wiped her hands down her apron. “Can I help you?”
I whistled my way out the door. Love—or maybe it was just a little lust—was in the honey-scented air for sure. I was glad to see someone was getting a little whiff of happiness. I knew I sure wasn’t.
I glanced back through the big picture window to see tall, dark, and silver eyes leaning against the counter, his phone forgotten.
“Watch it!” I turned to see Miss Speedy McBikerson winging her way back down Kensington.
You know when they say things happen in slow motion? Or when life flashes by your very eyes?
Lies.
The sweets-filled pink box started off in my arms and ended up pinned under my armpit when I crashed into the sidewalk in a blink.
When I opened my eyes, a bike tire spun about three inches from my nose as the biker popped up off the ground a hell of a lot faster than I did. Then again, she wasn’t covered in caramel, chocolate, or some oozing cream filling.
Lime Helmet hauled up her bike. “If you broke my bike, I’ll sue.” She hopped back on her bike and took off.
“I’m fine, thanks for asking,” I shouted as I rolled onto my hip with a wince. I didn’t even want to look down. I could feel all the sugar congealing to my skin.
I peeled the box off my sweater just as Dre rushed outside.
“Are you okay?”
“Here, let me help you up.” Silver Eyes hauled me off the sidewalk without even a grunt. I wasn’t a small girl. Both height and curves meant I was a good handful.
“Oh, Ryan.” Dre’s horrified face told me all I needed to know.
A donut fell out of the box and plopped next to my shoe just as my phone shrieked from my bag. It wasn’t any of my usual ringtones, which meant it had to be PMS.
“Perfect.”
“Let’s get you inside and cleaned up.” Dre hooked a hand through my arm. “I’m not sure I have enough napkins for this.”
Hot Guy glanced at his motorcycle. “I could take you home.”
I sighed as my phone rang again. I gave the delicious guy—who’d now seen me at my graceful best—a weak smile. “I’m late for work.”
“Think this qualifies as a get out of jail free card.”
I sidestepped the delighted pigeon who was now getting a sweet treat. “You don’t know my boss,” I muttered. “Hell, I don’t really know him either, and I know this isn’t going to go over well.”
Silver Eyes gave me an arched brow.
“First day.”
“Ah.”
