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Literature & Fiction,
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Contemporary Romance,
Romantic Comedy,
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small town romance,
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sheets down, and spread a quilt over the top. When that was finished, she started dusting the tops of the dressers and the posts on the bed. Lucy moved into Cole’s room, sweeping the hardwood for dust bunnies.
“Exactly what did he say about dinner?” Rachael wondered aloud.
“He said he wanted to show you his appreciation for letting him check in early last night.”
As Rachael’s thoughts whirled, her movements slowed.
“Do you think you’ll still go?” Rachael asked, hesitating.
Why did it matter? Why did the idea of leaving Cole and Lucy alone rub her the wrong way?
“Hell yes I’m going!” Lucy squealed. “You think I’d miss a chance like this? If you really don’t want to go, I’m going to ask if I can bring Rhonda instead.”
“Rhonda?”
She was a friend of theirs, sweet as pie, and more beautiful than the models who graced the covers of magazines on the grocery store shelves. Rachael imagined Rhonda, Lucy, and Cole together at a private dinner, just the three of them. He’d probably serenade them with some stupid rock song and wink at each of them the way he winked at her. They’d fall for it, obviously, because he was hot and rich and come on, who wouldn’t?
“Wait a second,” Lucy said, whacking Rachael in the backside with the broom. “Is this about Joey? Do you guys still have a date this weekend?”
“Damn it!” Smacking her head on the bedpost, Rachael flopped onto the bed. “I totally forgot. I told him I’d let him know which day this weekend worked best.”
Joey Brackett had lived in town his whole life as Rachael had. He worked at the Blue Lake Fire Department and was drop-dead gorgeous. He had a broad chest, humongous biceps and big, rough hands. He had the kind of body that made a woman want to burn down her house simply so he’d carry her out. Each time one of them was single, the other was taken. It’d gone round and round like that since high school. When they reunited at the old movie theatre on Main Street last weekend, they realized they were both single. Completely unattached.
“If you haven’t told Joey a day, you can still go to dinner with us!” Lucy smacked Rachael with the floppy part of the broom again, this time across the knees. “Go out with Joey tonight and you can go out with us tomorrow!”
Us.
Lucy had met Cole Turner one time and they were already an “us”. He was definitely a charmer. Able to make every girl at his side feel uniquely beautiful. He was only in town for three more nights. Four days . There was no way she was falling for his games—or him—in that amount of time.
Why, then, was she so tied up about the idea of Lucy and Rhonda going out to dinner with him?
Because jealousy doesn’t listen to reason.
If she didn’t want to wind up heartbroken Sunday morning when Cole Turner left town like the rest of the men in her life, she’d have to keep her eyes on what was practical, her gaze trained on the attainable.
She fished her cell out of her pocket. “I’m going to text Joey now and tell him tonight will work.”
“You and Joey will be great together, you really will. He’s always looked at you that way.” Lucy swirled round and round, using the broom as a makeshift dance partner.
“What way?”
“Like he wants to lick you up and down.”
Rachael squealed, burying her head in her hands.
“Don’t try to tell me you couldn’t use some of that!” Lucy dipped the broom, stroked the bristles as if they were her lover’s hair, and pretended to lick the handle. “Does this mean you’ll come with us to dinner?”
Did she really want to let Cole get closer to her than he already was? If Lucy thought Joey glanced at her like he wanted to lick her, wait until she saw the way Cole looked her up and down. Rachael’s cheeks heated merely thinking about his hungry gaze.
Lucy swung at her with the broom. This time, Rachael caught it.
“If you stop using my broom as a weapon, yes.” Her heart sped. “I’ll