Page 28 of Holiday Friend Zones
I’ve barely had time to leave the bar because my bartenders are swamped with orders.Every time someone new comes to order a drink, my gaze strays to see who it is.
Not Rylee.
By the time the rush starts to settle down, I’m getting nervous she won’t show.
Is she regretting what we did yesterday?
I sure as fuck don’t, but maybe she does?Hell, my sister is her best friend and what if things don’t work out between us?We’ll never know unless she decides to take a chance on me.
But the last thing I want is to be stuck in the friend zone forever.Not with someone like Rylee.
Time keeps ticking away.When it hits last call, panic is the only thing I’m thinking about.
Shit.
I scared her away.She didn’t want what we did last night.This is why I didn’t want to start anything with her.
Grabbing a case of beer, I heave it onto the bar, ready to start stocking the fridge.
As the last of the patrons stumbles out, someone new walks in.Someone that has everything inside me settling.
“Hey, Cowboy.”
A smile spreads across my face as her sweet voice washes over me.
Rylee.
“About damn time, Honey.”
She looks effortlessly sexy in a short jean skirt, white cowboy boots, and a denim shirt that ties in little bows in the front—hinting at the soft skin beneath.
She hops up onto one of the bar stools and leans across the wooden surface.
“Had to make sure no one wanted to come with me tonight.”
Pushing the case of beer to the side, I match her stance.This close, the lights from above sparkle in her blue eyes.
“Didn’t want to be seen with me?”
She looks a finger into my white T-shirt and pulls me close.Her lips brush against mine as she speaks.“Until we know what this is, I say we keep it between the two of us.”
I suck her bottom lip between mine.“I can live with that.”
“Good.Are you almost done here?”
I look around the empty space.Floors are no doubt sticky.The low hum of the dishwasher churns as glasses are cleaned.
We’re the only two people in here now.
“Almost.”
“How much longer will you be?”She nibbles on her bottom lip.
Fuck.That small movement goes straight to my dick.
“Long enough that I can get you a drink.What do you want?”
A slow smile quirks the corner of her mouth.“Tequila and cowboys.”
