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Authors: Tess Oliver
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popped her head out before I left. “Have fun tonight, and I’ll want all the details.”
My phone buzzed as I headed to the car. It was a text from Nate. He’d left the party early and I’d stayed behind, but it hadn’t stopped him from texting twice to ask what I was doing tonight. “Want to go to a movie?”
I decided to be blunt. “I’ve got a date.”
His text came back as I climbed into the driver’s seat. “Are you still mad at me, baby?”
I shook my head with a laugh as I texted back. “How does my date have anything to do with you? I’m not mad.” I nearly finished it with the part about not caring enough about him to be mad, but I held back.
The phone rang and I sighed in frustration. But as I glanced at the screen, I saw it was Cole. I felt a flash of disappointment thinking he was calling to cancel. There was a lot of clamor in the background, voices, hammering, truck engines. “Hey, sorry about the noise. I’m on the construction site,” Cole spoke loudly into the phone. “Just checking that we’re still on for tonight. I sort of took advantage of your state of tequila-ness to ask you out. So I thought I’d make sure.”
I caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview and realized I was smiling. I’d been doing that a lot since I’d met the man. “I’m not sure if there is such thing as a state of tequila-ness, but I was definitely drunk. I’m still planning on it. Unless you need to cancel.”
“Nope, I will see you at seven. Oh, and Kensington, I’m looking really forward to it.”
“Yeah, me too. See you soon.” I hung up, and there it was, the smile, still stuck on my face, just like Darcy’ permanent grin when she was in the saddle. Now my only real worry was setting myself up for disappointment because while the rest of my life always ran pretty darn smoothly, the romance end of it was always like opening up a beautifully wrapped gift and finding a new pair of socks. The only good thing was that I was growing used to finding the socks.
Chapter 10
Kensington
Dad and Mom were in the dining room when I came downstairs. Mom had spent the last week trying to convince Dad to take her on a river cruise in Europe, but she was having a tough time of it. Which was unusual because she could normally talk him into anything.
Dad was sitting in front of a half eaten steak and potato, shaking antacid tablets out of a bottle and onto his palm.
“Is that a trendy new dessert, Dad?”
He looked up and did a double take of my outfit. My dress was admittedly a little short, ending just above mid thigh, but I was feeling especially flirtatious. I’d even pulled on my cowboy boots.
“You mom is giving me indigestion,” he complained.
“Oh, John, you do like to exaggerate. The reason you keep getting indigestion is because you never take a break from work.”
Dad grumbled in agreement and chewed his tablet like a cow with cud. “That’s an interesting outfit for a first date. Now, who did you say this man was?”
I plucked a dinner roll from the basket and pulled up a chair. “I really didn’t say. He’s living on the property next door.”
“What?” Mom placed her hand against her chest to punctuate her shock. “Those motorcycle hoodlums from next door?”
I laughed. “You know between dad’s hooligans and curmudgeon and your hoodlums, you two could really revive the old fifties family sitcoms. And, Cole is not a hoodlum. He rides motorcycles for sport. His dad owns the property. Cole runs the family construction business, Kingston Construction.”
Dad’s look of worry turned to interest. “Really? The company that’s building the casino? Well then, that’s better.”
“Oh, so now that he’s not a hoodlum and he works for a big company, he’s on your approved date list?” I bit off a piece of roll.
“Well, when you put it that way, it sounds a little shallow, but yes.” He popped another chalky disc into his mouth and pressed his fist against his
My phone buzzed as I headed to the car. It was a text from Nate. He’d left the party early and I’d stayed behind, but it hadn’t stopped him from texting twice to ask what I was doing tonight. “Want to go to a movie?”
I decided to be blunt. “I’ve got a date.”
His text came back as I climbed into the driver’s seat. “Are you still mad at me, baby?”
I shook my head with a laugh as I texted back. “How does my date have anything to do with you? I’m not mad.” I nearly finished it with the part about not caring enough about him to be mad, but I held back.
The phone rang and I sighed in frustration. But as I glanced at the screen, I saw it was Cole. I felt a flash of disappointment thinking he was calling to cancel. There was a lot of clamor in the background, voices, hammering, truck engines. “Hey, sorry about the noise. I’m on the construction site,” Cole spoke loudly into the phone. “Just checking that we’re still on for tonight. I sort of took advantage of your state of tequila-ness to ask you out. So I thought I’d make sure.”
I caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview and realized I was smiling. I’d been doing that a lot since I’d met the man. “I’m not sure if there is such thing as a state of tequila-ness, but I was definitely drunk. I’m still planning on it. Unless you need to cancel.”
“Nope, I will see you at seven. Oh, and Kensington, I’m looking really forward to it.”
“Yeah, me too. See you soon.” I hung up, and there it was, the smile, still stuck on my face, just like Darcy’ permanent grin when she was in the saddle. Now my only real worry was setting myself up for disappointment because while the rest of my life always ran pretty darn smoothly, the romance end of it was always like opening up a beautifully wrapped gift and finding a new pair of socks. The only good thing was that I was growing used to finding the socks.
Chapter 10
Kensington
Dad and Mom were in the dining room when I came downstairs. Mom had spent the last week trying to convince Dad to take her on a river cruise in Europe, but she was having a tough time of it. Which was unusual because she could normally talk him into anything.
Dad was sitting in front of a half eaten steak and potato, shaking antacid tablets out of a bottle and onto his palm.
“Is that a trendy new dessert, Dad?”
He looked up and did a double take of my outfit. My dress was admittedly a little short, ending just above mid thigh, but I was feeling especially flirtatious. I’d even pulled on my cowboy boots.
“You mom is giving me indigestion,” he complained.
“Oh, John, you do like to exaggerate. The reason you keep getting indigestion is because you never take a break from work.”
Dad grumbled in agreement and chewed his tablet like a cow with cud. “That’s an interesting outfit for a first date. Now, who did you say this man was?”
I plucked a dinner roll from the basket and pulled up a chair. “I really didn’t say. He’s living on the property next door.”
“What?” Mom placed her hand against her chest to punctuate her shock. “Those motorcycle hoodlums from next door?”
I laughed. “You know between dad’s hooligans and curmudgeon and your hoodlums, you two could really revive the old fifties family sitcoms. And, Cole is not a hoodlum. He rides motorcycles for sport. His dad owns the property. Cole runs the family construction business, Kingston Construction.”
Dad’s look of worry turned to interest. “Really? The company that’s building the casino? Well then, that’s better.”
“Oh, so now that he’s not a hoodlum and he works for a big company, he’s on your approved date list?” I bit off a piece of roll.
“Well, when you put it that way, it sounds a little shallow, but yes.” He popped another chalky disc into his mouth and pressed his fist against his
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