Read Online Rain 01 When It Rains by Lisa de Jong - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Lisa de Jong
Ads: Link
milkshake.”
“We’re open every day you know,” I tease.
He looks away before speaking. “I had some stuff I had to take care of. You can’t have milkshakes every day.” His words are ice cold, and I want to know why, but I quickly drop the subject.
“Well, have a seat and I’ll grab one for you,” I say, walking toward the kitchen. I don’t look back at him, but I can feel his eyes on me. I rest my palms against the counter and close my eyes. I need to get a grip and leave the guy alone. I’m in no shape to take him on as my project, and he sure as hell isn’t ready to deal with all my baggage.
I take my time making his shake before heading back out to the dining room. He’s sitting in one of the booths with both arms resting across the back of the bench, eyes fixated on the cars that go by on the street. “Here you go. Do you want anything to eat?”
He glances up at me before leaning forward to twirl his straw in his shake. “Just an order of French fries, please.”
I nod, quickly heading toward the kitchen again. His personality feels so hot and cold—it makes me crazy!
We don’t say anything to each other when I bring out his fries, but I notice how he dips them in his shake, and it makes me smile. There’s no better combination than salty and sweet; I know, because I do the same thing.
When he’s done with his fry basket, I bring out his ticket, setting it on the table without saying a word. As I turn toward the kitchen, I feel a large hand grip my forearm.
He must have noticed that I winced because he quickly lets go of me. “I have a question I want to ask you before I go. Would you show me around town sometime? I’m new, and have no idea what there is to do here.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re kidding me, right? You literally start at one end, drive ten or so blocks, and you’re on the other side. There isn’t anything to do.” There’s a little more bite to my voice than what I intend, but I know his game. If he thinks he’s going to trick me into something like hanging out with him, he’s in for a surprise.
He leans back against the booth, smiling up at me. “What do you do for fun?”
I hesitate. This is the moment I admit that I have no life and don’t know the meaning of fun. “I don’t. I work, I run, and that’s it.”
“Well then, I dare you to go to Carrington Days with me tomorrow,” he says, cocking his head to the side.
“You can’t be serious,” I remark. He doesn’t seem like the type of guy who would have any fun at our small town festival.
He shakes his head. “Oh, I’m very serious.”
My mouth goes dry, and the only thing I want to do is run out the door and never look back. “I don’t date,” I blurt, immediately regretting the way it came out.
He gives me a better view of his straight white teeth. Maybe he likes to see me squirm, or maybe he likes the challenge. “I’m not asking you for a date. I’m daring you to . . . be my tour guide at Carrington Days.”
“Why are you daring me?” I wonder if this is how he always gets girls to do what he wants. He may think he knows me, but he still hasn’t figured out that I’m not like other girls.
“You seem like the type of girl who doesn’t back down from a challenge,” he says, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. “Are you going or not?”
“I work tomorrow.” He needs to let this go. There are lots of other girls out there that would love to show him around Carrington Days. Why me?
“So, I’ll pick you up at three?” he asks, throwing money on top of his bill. He isn’t looking at me, but I can’t take my eyes off of him. He’s got to be the cockiest guy I’ve ever met.
“How do you know what time I get off?” Has he been following me? Has he been asking other people about me? If he has, I don’t want to know the stories he’s been told.
He stands, causing me to step back to regain my personal space. “I know a lot of things. So, three o’clock then?
“We’re open every day you know,” I tease.
He looks away before speaking. “I had some stuff I had to take care of. You can’t have milkshakes every day.” His words are ice cold, and I want to know why, but I quickly drop the subject.
“Well, have a seat and I’ll grab one for you,” I say, walking toward the kitchen. I don’t look back at him, but I can feel his eyes on me. I rest my palms against the counter and close my eyes. I need to get a grip and leave the guy alone. I’m in no shape to take him on as my project, and he sure as hell isn’t ready to deal with all my baggage.
I take my time making his shake before heading back out to the dining room. He’s sitting in one of the booths with both arms resting across the back of the bench, eyes fixated on the cars that go by on the street. “Here you go. Do you want anything to eat?”
He glances up at me before leaning forward to twirl his straw in his shake. “Just an order of French fries, please.”
I nod, quickly heading toward the kitchen again. His personality feels so hot and cold—it makes me crazy!
We don’t say anything to each other when I bring out his fries, but I notice how he dips them in his shake, and it makes me smile. There’s no better combination than salty and sweet; I know, because I do the same thing.
When he’s done with his fry basket, I bring out his ticket, setting it on the table without saying a word. As I turn toward the kitchen, I feel a large hand grip my forearm.
He must have noticed that I winced because he quickly lets go of me. “I have a question I want to ask you before I go. Would you show me around town sometime? I’m new, and have no idea what there is to do here.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re kidding me, right? You literally start at one end, drive ten or so blocks, and you’re on the other side. There isn’t anything to do.” There’s a little more bite to my voice than what I intend, but I know his game. If he thinks he’s going to trick me into something like hanging out with him, he’s in for a surprise.
He leans back against the booth, smiling up at me. “What do you do for fun?”
I hesitate. This is the moment I admit that I have no life and don’t know the meaning of fun. “I don’t. I work, I run, and that’s it.”
“Well then, I dare you to go to Carrington Days with me tomorrow,” he says, cocking his head to the side.
“You can’t be serious,” I remark. He doesn’t seem like the type of guy who would have any fun at our small town festival.
He shakes his head. “Oh, I’m very serious.”
My mouth goes dry, and the only thing I want to do is run out the door and never look back. “I don’t date,” I blurt, immediately regretting the way it came out.
He gives me a better view of his straight white teeth. Maybe he likes to see me squirm, or maybe he likes the challenge. “I’m not asking you for a date. I’m daring you to . . . be my tour guide at Carrington Days.”
“Why are you daring me?” I wonder if this is how he always gets girls to do what he wants. He may think he knows me, but he still hasn’t figured out that I’m not like other girls.
“You seem like the type of girl who doesn’t back down from a challenge,” he says, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. “Are you going or not?”
“I work tomorrow.” He needs to let this go. There are lots of other girls out there that would love to show him around Carrington Days. Why me?
“So, I’ll pick you up at three?” he asks, throwing money on top of his bill. He isn’t looking at me, but I can’t take my eyes off of him. He’s got to be the cockiest guy I’ve ever met.
“How do you know what time I get off?” Has he been following me? Has he been asking other people about me? If he has, I don’t want to know the stories he’s been told.
He stands, causing me to step back to regain my personal space. “I know a lot of things. So, three o’clock then?
Similar Books
