He wore his hair too long and too shaggy. He was two years younger than I was but just as bulky, probably from growing up on a working ranch. As I set it down, I studied Jamie from the corner of my eye. I tipped the beer bottle to my lips, frowning when I remembered it was empty. Clearly Jamie was just as infatuated with Poppy as she was with him. Jamie stretched his arm behind her and rested it on the back of the booth. You guys should come out there with me one of these days.” He and Poppy broke apart-thank fuck-as he nodded to me. “Poppy tells me that you’re from a ranch around here.” “So, Jamie.” I forced myself to say his name nicely as I turned back to the booth. If this was how the night was going to go, I needed to order two more beers instead of one. I looked over my shoulder, searching the crowded restaurant for our waitress.
There wasn’t anything quite as uncomfortable as watching your little sister kiss a man with tongue.
“You got it.” She smiled and hurried away as I downed the rest of my first Bud Light.ĭrinking was necessary when my sister was cuddled up on the other side of the booth, lips locked with this new guy she was dating. “Miss?” I snagged the waitress’s attention as she walked past our booth. Karen Lawson, The Proof is in the Reading Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations in a book review.
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