Read Online Jack and Ginger (Sacred Heart Coven Book 3) by Felicia Starr - Free Book Online
Authors: Felicia Starr
Ads: Link
the floor behind her seat as well.
It was hot out and she had the air conditioner pumping, but Ginger decided to keep the windows open anyway. She wanted to feel the warm wind blowing across her face as she drove. She cranked up the tunes and decided to just be in the moment and not think about anything.
When Ginger pulled up to the bar, she wanted to bring her stack of books in and tell Jasinda that she was considering the possibilities of what could be done with their kitchen. She also didn't want to seem presumptuous or over eager to decide on something without time to consider all the details.
She fixed her wind blown hair and tried to smooth the flyways back toward her braid. She grabbed her bag and shut the engine down after rolling her windows back up.
There were a few cars in the parking lot, but it was lunch time so there should have been more of a crowd. She walked into the bar, and it was surreal to be back there already.
There were two guys sitting a few stools away from each other at the bar. She could tell that they were not there together, but they were having a heated argument about something that neither one of them probably had a clue about.
"Hey, girl!" Jasinda waved at her. The humidity had done quite a number on her hair. Her curls were working on overdrive. Ginger thought it was a good thing that Jasinda didn't have short hair or she might have looked like a poodle.
Ginger gave her a big smile and she chose a stool at the vacant end of the bar. She wasn't really in the mood to be dragged into a meaningless conversation with those guys.
"How's it going? It's quiet in here. I guess I am used to being here when sports are on," Ginger said as she placed her oversized bag on the bar top.
"Yeah, it is quiet on week days when there aren't any sports on. Baseball doesn't bring in the same kind of gung-ho crowd as football."
"There are two factors to that. One is that there are only sixteen games to catch for your team during the football season. And the other is that people can pay to watch the baseball games on any smart phone or computer. I don't think the NFL will ever offer something like that. They make too much money keeping a tight grip on the availability and visibility of the games."
"You are amazing, Ginger. I swear I don't know how you know so much about sports. I never met another woman that had your passion."
"I didn't have much of a choice. It was just me and my dad, and you know what kind of a die hard football fan he was." Ginger rubbed the palms of her hands over her bare knees. Instead of sinking into thoughts of sorrow she appreciated the extra smooth texture the salt rub had left behind.
"Your dad was a trip. He got very excited, but always kept his manners. Not like some of these guys that come in and black out over their teams." Jasinda laughed.
"My dad was pretty awesome. I miss him." Ginger realized it was the first time she talked about him without getting upset. She actually felt good about talking about her father. She wanted to build on that feeling and rejoice about what he gave her.
"So what kind of pie did you get?"
"Sausage, spinach and fresh sliced garlic. It should be here any minute." Jasinda said, "Can I get you something to drink?"
"Any chance you have fresh iced tea?" Ginger was not about to start drinking and wasn't really in the mood for soda. She tried not to drink it.
"Do I? Of course, if it is something you can brew chances are I have it. I actually made a mixed berry iced tea for myself today. It is much better with bourbon, but I don't usually drink at work. Not a good habit to get into."
"That sounds yummy. Where is Steve?" Ginger looked around.
"Oh he went to the restaurant supply store to get some sanitizer and a box of rocks glasses. He should be back soon. He won't want to miss the pizza and besides we kind of wanted to talk to you together." Jasinda grabbed a pint glass and filled it with ice.
"You are killing me. I want to
It was hot out and she had the air conditioner pumping, but Ginger decided to keep the windows open anyway. She wanted to feel the warm wind blowing across her face as she drove. She cranked up the tunes and decided to just be in the moment and not think about anything.
When Ginger pulled up to the bar, she wanted to bring her stack of books in and tell Jasinda that she was considering the possibilities of what could be done with their kitchen. She also didn't want to seem presumptuous or over eager to decide on something without time to consider all the details.
She fixed her wind blown hair and tried to smooth the flyways back toward her braid. She grabbed her bag and shut the engine down after rolling her windows back up.
There were a few cars in the parking lot, but it was lunch time so there should have been more of a crowd. She walked into the bar, and it was surreal to be back there already.
There were two guys sitting a few stools away from each other at the bar. She could tell that they were not there together, but they were having a heated argument about something that neither one of them probably had a clue about.
"Hey, girl!" Jasinda waved at her. The humidity had done quite a number on her hair. Her curls were working on overdrive. Ginger thought it was a good thing that Jasinda didn't have short hair or she might have looked like a poodle.
Ginger gave her a big smile and she chose a stool at the vacant end of the bar. She wasn't really in the mood to be dragged into a meaningless conversation with those guys.
"How's it going? It's quiet in here. I guess I am used to being here when sports are on," Ginger said as she placed her oversized bag on the bar top.
"Yeah, it is quiet on week days when there aren't any sports on. Baseball doesn't bring in the same kind of gung-ho crowd as football."
"There are two factors to that. One is that there are only sixteen games to catch for your team during the football season. And the other is that people can pay to watch the baseball games on any smart phone or computer. I don't think the NFL will ever offer something like that. They make too much money keeping a tight grip on the availability and visibility of the games."
"You are amazing, Ginger. I swear I don't know how you know so much about sports. I never met another woman that had your passion."
"I didn't have much of a choice. It was just me and my dad, and you know what kind of a die hard football fan he was." Ginger rubbed the palms of her hands over her bare knees. Instead of sinking into thoughts of sorrow she appreciated the extra smooth texture the salt rub had left behind.
"Your dad was a trip. He got very excited, but always kept his manners. Not like some of these guys that come in and black out over their teams." Jasinda laughed.
"My dad was pretty awesome. I miss him." Ginger realized it was the first time she talked about him without getting upset. She actually felt good about talking about her father. She wanted to build on that feeling and rejoice about what he gave her.
"So what kind of pie did you get?"
"Sausage, spinach and fresh sliced garlic. It should be here any minute." Jasinda said, "Can I get you something to drink?"
"Any chance you have fresh iced tea?" Ginger was not about to start drinking and wasn't really in the mood for soda. She tried not to drink it.
"Do I? Of course, if it is something you can brew chances are I have it. I actually made a mixed berry iced tea for myself today. It is much better with bourbon, but I don't usually drink at work. Not a good habit to get into."
"That sounds yummy. Where is Steve?" Ginger looked around.
"Oh he went to the restaurant supply store to get some sanitizer and a box of rocks glasses. He should be back soon. He won't want to miss the pizza and besides we kind of wanted to talk to you together." Jasinda grabbed a pint glass and filled it with ice.
"You are killing me. I want to
Similar Books
