Chapter 4
Rhett
For hell’s sake.
Where is she?
I’ve been looking all over for the beauty that slipped away from me. It’s in vain.
Thanks for nothing, Mr. Devon.
That man is the reason why I hesitated coming into town for so long. How dare he belittle my relationship with Jenkins and April? The Williams siblings are my family. End of story.
I shake off the old man’s comments and resume my search.
I need to find her.
After a few long minutes, I give up.
I’ll have to be content with the memory of her.
That’ll make for some pretty hot spank bank material.
Her eyes were so captivating… but then, every part of her was as well.
Her pale skin has been barely kissed by the sun. Either she just landed in town or she works locked up all day. I can imagine the feel of her supple skin against the palm of my hands.
As my gaze traveled down the length of her heavenly body, I had to swallow a groan. Those banging curves should be outlawed in these parts. Heck, there should be an international warning.
Damn.
I got an eyeful of her, but it was way too brief. There was no mistaking the roundness and heaviness of her breasts—even under her black t-shirt.
And that ass...
I’m sure it’s a work of art.
Double damn.
My cock came alive at the mere sight of her.
For six months, nothing.
My cock was in sleep mode.
One look at the curvy stranger, and I’m as hard as rod iron.
And I don’t even know her name.
I need to find her.
When my eyes landed on her… I nearly tripped all over myself. I’ve never met a woman who sparked my interest that fast. Must be because it’s been a long time since I got my cock wet.
I need to get going.
I stop right in front of where April works.
Might as well have some lunch since that sweet little thing is nowhere to be found.
When I walk inside, it’s packed, but April spots me.
She lifts a finger up.
I respond with a nod.
I park myself to the side near a display of jams and other packaged foods.
As I wait, chatter buzzes around me.
“Oh, my God, is that who I think it is?” a woman says.
“Jesus, he’s hotter in person,” another says to her friend, shooting me furtive glances.
I ignore it all.
I move my gaze to the right and land on a brunette grinning at me. The strange thing she’s doing with her eyes is freaking me out.
I sigh.
This is going to be part of everyday life from now on when I step outside of my home.
April finishes displaying some sandwiches behind the glass casing and approaches me. “You’re early.”
“I need to get back to your place to fix Emmylou. I’d rather know now than later in the day if I need to go back out for extra parts. I can’t get around without my truck.”
“You can always drive into work with Jenkins.”
“I need my wheels.”
“Boys and their wheels.”
“I need my independence. I’m not about to ride with your brother. His hospitality is plenty.”
“Fair enough,” she says. “It’s not a problem if you need to order and run. We’ve already started serving lunch.”
“That’s what I’ll do.”
“By the way, Mr. Devon was just in to buy some muffins. He told me he bumped into you.”
I roll my eyes. “That was one conversation I could’ve done without.”
“The whole family is weird,” she says.
“You don’t even want to know the garbage that came out of his mouth.”
“He’s trying to pimp––I mean, marry off––Rosaleigh?”
“So, I’m not the only one?”
“Pimp Devon is a running joke around town. I’m surprised he’s not flashing photos of Rosaleigh in her thong or teeny tiny bikini to make her that much more appealing.” April grimaces, her body shaking in disgust. “Mr. Devon is something else.”
My head jerks back. “You can’t be serious. He has photos of her in her underwear?”
She nods.
“Those people need a life.” I shake my head, equally disgusted. “Enough about the perverted old goat and his freak family.”
April laughs.
“What’s good?” I pull my eyes away from hers and to the blackboard over her head.
“Everything, but our star sandwich is the Spitfire Philly Cheesesteak.”
“Sounds dangerous.”
“You’re lucky you’re here early. They’re so good, the sandwiches fly out of here.”
“Really?” Now I’m intrigued. “Is it one of Riley’s creations?”
“It’s the brainchild of one of Riley’s new hires.”
“A local gal?”
April shakes her head. “Riley was a judge on a Food Network competition show that wrapped up a few months back in LA. The winner works here now. She came up with the recipe. It’s a family recipe with a twist. The girl knows a thing or two about how to make a kick ass sandwich.”
“What does spitfire stand for?”
“Sharp cheese, a little pepperoncini peppers, and a dash of habanero. I’ve never had a Philly sandwich, but Miranda and Riley swear ours are better than the ones they’ve tasted in Philadelphia.”
“I’m sold. I’ll have two of them. I’m starved,” I say. “I might as well go for it, since next week it’ll be ranch food.”
“Don’t worry. Jake and Hunter take care of their workers,” she says.
“They hire quality men and treat them like they matter. That’s why their crew is so loyal.
According to Jenkins, the food’s pretty good.
The new cooks Jake and Hunter hired always prepare delicious recipes.
Nothing as fancy as the food here, but according to my brother, still very satisfying. ”
“Good to know.” I nod.
There’s a round of laughter coming from the kitchen.
I cock an eyebrow.
“Don’t mind them,” she says. “The new city girl is getting used to living down here. I should introduce you. I think she’s your type.”
I lift a hand. “I’m good. Mr. Devon did enough pimping for one day.”