Page 246 of Small Town Firsts
I twisted and turned looking for her familiar flyaway blond hair and my mouth dropped at the bouncing curls that swung down a woman’s back. A woman with more curves than I’d ever seen in Crescent Cove.
Sage was talking to the new teacher, Mike London. And had she just tossed her hair over her shoulder?
“Sage?” I swerved over to the curb in a no-parking zone. This wouldn’t work for long.
She twirled at my call then slapped her bare thighs. Sweet mercy, was she wearing Daisy Dukes?
“Finally! Where the hell have you been?” She turned back to Mike. “Um, sorry. I didn’t mean to curse, Mr. London.”
“Mike.”
“Right, Mike.” Sage’s voice was unusually breathy. And loud. Her sunny smile lit up her face and Mike’s eyes glazed over.
Of course, half of that was probably the miniscule strappy tank top Sage was wearing that showed off just how generous God had been when stacking her deck.
“Can you come over here, please, Sage? Like now?”
Sage carefully picked her way over the cobblestones of the sidewalk to the asphalt in her espadrilles. Navy ribbons climbed up her ankle to her calf. “Are you cock-blocking me?”
“I’d have to have a cock, Sage.”
“Oh, right.” She huffed out a breath. “You know what I mean.”
I slammed my car into park. Now wasn’t the time, and I knew I was going to regret asking, but I just had to know. “What the heck are you wearing?”
“Oh.” She frowned. “Don’t you like it?”
“You look hot as hell, girlfriend.”
She smiled. “Well, thank you. Just something I found in my closet.”
“You did not find that in your closet.”
Sage gave a lengthy sigh. “All right, it was a store in Laurel. This isn’t exactly the kind of thing you can buy in Kinleigh’s.”
That was for sure. But if Kinleigh got a look at that outfit, she might make some changes to her little shop. “Can you drive for me?”
“What?” Sage looked over her shoulder at Mike and wiggled her fingers. “Just a sec,” she called out.
He waved and then slid his fingers into his thick black hair.
“Isn’t he dreamy?”
I blinked and peered around her, then back at Sage. “For real?”
“I mean, he’s cute, right?”
“Um…” I honestly hadn’t looked at anyone other than Seth in so long that it felt foreign to look at a man objectively. “I guess.”
“You guess? Do you see how he fills out a pair of jeans? I mean, he’s from Texas, first of all, and then he wears honest to God cowboy boots. The kind that are actually broken in because he rides real horses. Just wow.”
I nibbled on my bottom lip. “I’m sorry. Can I be the altruistic best friend tomorrow? I really need your help.”
“Of course. I’m sorry. I’m just not even paying attention. All these blasted hormones are messing me up. That’s why I’m on the hunt. I figure I gotta get this virgin thing done. How else am I going to breathe in this town? All the lovey stuff with you and Seth. He did those fireworks for you, you know?”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “I know. I’m trying to go find him. But…” I waved at the traffic snaking down Main Street and around the park.
“Oh.” She grabbed my door handle and hauled me out of the car. “Of course. Honestly, that man finally is listening and you went MIA. You two are going to be the death of me.”
