didn’t make her feel good, it just made her mad.
She peeled out of the parking lot, spraying gravel and leaving the two men covered in dirt and donut dust.
Chapter Six
Wade’s stomach growled as he stomped into the bed and breakfast. Talk about a crappy day.
Reese had left him to clean up their work site, and when he’d finally made it back to his office, he’d found a stack of paperwork that he’d been neglecting the past few days to help her.
He’d thought he’d settled down, but just thinking about Brock had his chest tightening and his blood pressure skyrocketing. The nerve of that guy. What an ass. What could Reese have possibly seen in him?
Oh, yeah. A fat paycheck, a nice house, fancy cars, designer clothes. The list was endless. And it was everything he didn’t have.
That guy’s suit probably cost more than Wade made in a month. Why was he letting this wealthy douche-bag get to him?
He didn’t even care about that stuff. He didn’t want to wear a suit and he damn sure didn’t need a membership to some fancy club. He was happy having a beer with the guys down at Creek’s Tavern on Friday nights.
He worked hard, and he lived within his means. He could appreciate nice things, but he didn’t need them to feel successful.
In fact, the first thing he did after Tawnya left was sell his truck. He used the cash to pay off one of the cards and drove around his grandpa’s old truck to alleviate another payment.
Just thinking about Tawnya made his blood boil.
Why am I getting involved with another woman living an expensive lifestyle? I can’t afford it, and I don’t want that type of life.
Although Reese had specifically told him today she didn’t care that much about money or living the expensive lifestyle. Maybe she wasn’t entirely like Tawnya.
Or maybe he’d been distracted by her full lips and thoughts of kissing her, and she just hadn’t shown her true colors yet.
His breath came in angry puffs as he stormed into the kitchen and found his grandmother at the table cozily handing a bowl of mashed potatoes to Reese.
That’s just great. He couldn’t even eat in peace.
Turning to leave, he was stopped by his grandmother’s stern voice.
“Wade Baker, you get back here and sit down. I made fried chicken for supper, and I know it’s your favorite.”
His mouth watered at the smell of the crispy crust. Slumping into the seat across from Reese, he grudgingly accepted a plate from his grandmother.
“I heard you had a bit of a dust-up today with Reese’s friend.” Miss Abigail scooped a heaping pile of mashed potatoes on his plate then drenched them in gravy.
He took a bite of chicken, and his anger dissipated slightly. “You could say that. Reese’s friend is a bit of an asshole.”
Miss Abigail whacked his hand with the ladle and flecks of gravy flew across the white tablecloth. “No swearing at the table.”
“It’s okay,” Reese said. “Brock is an asshole.” She pulled her hand back as Gram brandished the ladle toward her.
Wiping the gravy from his hand, Wade tipped his head to his grandmother. “Sorry, Gram. But the guy was a jerk. A lucky jerk. I really wanted to punch him in his smug face. I might have, too, if Reese hadn’t thrown a box of donuts at us.”
Miss Abigail’s mouth dropped open, and she gaped at Reese. “You stopped a fight with a box of donuts?”
“Yeah, nothing like getting hit in the head with a maple-iced to take the fight out of a guy.” He said the words and couldn’t help the slow grin that crossed his face.
It was kind of funny.
The three of them stared at each other a moment, then Gram giggled, sending all three of them into a bout of laughter.
The tension eased, and Gram checked her watch. “Oh gosh, I need to be at a PTA meeting. I’ll just leave you two to finish up without me.” She winked at Wade then pushed back from the table, grabbed her purse, and scooted out the back door.
Wade reached for another chicken leg. “My
She peeled out of the parking lot, spraying gravel and leaving the two men covered in dirt and donut dust.
Chapter Six
Wade’s stomach growled as he stomped into the bed and breakfast. Talk about a crappy day.
Reese had left him to clean up their work site, and when he’d finally made it back to his office, he’d found a stack of paperwork that he’d been neglecting the past few days to help her.
He’d thought he’d settled down, but just thinking about Brock had his chest tightening and his blood pressure skyrocketing. The nerve of that guy. What an ass. What could Reese have possibly seen in him?
Oh, yeah. A fat paycheck, a nice house, fancy cars, designer clothes. The list was endless. And it was everything he didn’t have.
That guy’s suit probably cost more than Wade made in a month. Why was he letting this wealthy douche-bag get to him?
He didn’t even care about that stuff. He didn’t want to wear a suit and he damn sure didn’t need a membership to some fancy club. He was happy having a beer with the guys down at Creek’s Tavern on Friday nights.
He worked hard, and he lived within his means. He could appreciate nice things, but he didn’t need them to feel successful.
In fact, the first thing he did after Tawnya left was sell his truck. He used the cash to pay off one of the cards and drove around his grandpa’s old truck to alleviate another payment.
Just thinking about Tawnya made his blood boil.
Why am I getting involved with another woman living an expensive lifestyle? I can’t afford it, and I don’t want that type of life.
Although Reese had specifically told him today she didn’t care that much about money or living the expensive lifestyle. Maybe she wasn’t entirely like Tawnya.
Or maybe he’d been distracted by her full lips and thoughts of kissing her, and she just hadn’t shown her true colors yet.
His breath came in angry puffs as he stormed into the kitchen and found his grandmother at the table cozily handing a bowl of mashed potatoes to Reese.
That’s just great. He couldn’t even eat in peace.
Turning to leave, he was stopped by his grandmother’s stern voice.
“Wade Baker, you get back here and sit down. I made fried chicken for supper, and I know it’s your favorite.”
His mouth watered at the smell of the crispy crust. Slumping into the seat across from Reese, he grudgingly accepted a plate from his grandmother.
“I heard you had a bit of a dust-up today with Reese’s friend.” Miss Abigail scooped a heaping pile of mashed potatoes on his plate then drenched them in gravy.
He took a bite of chicken, and his anger dissipated slightly. “You could say that. Reese’s friend is a bit of an asshole.”
Miss Abigail whacked his hand with the ladle and flecks of gravy flew across the white tablecloth. “No swearing at the table.”
“It’s okay,” Reese said. “Brock is an asshole.” She pulled her hand back as Gram brandished the ladle toward her.
Wiping the gravy from his hand, Wade tipped his head to his grandmother. “Sorry, Gram. But the guy was a jerk. A lucky jerk. I really wanted to punch him in his smug face. I might have, too, if Reese hadn’t thrown a box of donuts at us.”
Miss Abigail’s mouth dropped open, and she gaped at Reese. “You stopped a fight with a box of donuts?”
“Yeah, nothing like getting hit in the head with a maple-iced to take the fight out of a guy.” He said the words and couldn’t help the slow grin that crossed his face.
It was kind of funny.
The three of them stared at each other a moment, then Gram giggled, sending all three of them into a bout of laughter.
The tension eased, and Gram checked her watch. “Oh gosh, I need to be at a PTA meeting. I’ll just leave you two to finish up without me.” She winked at Wade then pushed back from the table, grabbed her purse, and scooted out the back door.
Wade reached for another chicken leg. “My
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