Don't Say Goodbye by Heather Lyn

Author:Heather Lyn [Lyn, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independently published
Published: 2018-12-03T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Garret

Well it’s official.

I, Garret Walker, have officially lost my mind. And it’s that tiny brunette who has me wrapped around her finger. The concert last week was kick-ass, and I’m so glad she surprised me with tickets. She knows I’m a sucker for a country music concert, and she used it to her advantage.

Nacole is easily the kindest person I have ever met, and every day she blows me away. I took her out to dinner a couple nights after the concert, and after we paid, she noticed a couple across from us with a newborn baby crying. Clearly they were embarrassed and wanted to get out of there, so on our way out, she grabbed the waiter and paid for their meal.

I have no idea how I got lucky enough to meet her, but I did, and I’m sure as hell not letting go any time soon. The time we spend together has become some of the most incredible moments of my life so far. I’m falling for her, and I just hope to God she is too. I convinced her to come spend a couple days at my place with me, and now I’m only one work shift away from forty-eight hours with my girl. I’m going to romance her ass off.

Yes, I’m charming her. I fucking need her. I won’t push her though, and I’ll be more than happy to just watch movies and eat takeout and listen to her laugh. But if I have any say in it, I’ll finally be claiming her as mine. No more screwing around.

The driver door opening breaks my thoughts, and Jace climbs inside the squad car, offering me a coffee. I accept it gratefully and take a swig, a sickly sweet taste hitting my taste buds.

“Dude,” I groan, my mouth turning down at the nasty shit he just gave me. “The fuck is this?”

“That is a pumpkin spice latte, and it tastes like Christmas in a cup.”

“Okay, three things,” I say, setting the cup in the cup holder. “Christmas doesn’t taste like anything, because it’s not fucking food. Second, it’s August, Jace. Stop it. And third, don’t make me drink the satanic piss of a pumpkin ever again. I’ll fucking handcuff you to the trunk of the squad car and throw pumpkin ass lattes at your head.”

“Kinky, man.”

“Fuck off. I’ll be right back, and that monstrosity better be gone.”

Climbing out of the car, I head into Starbucks myself, cursing the existence of my best friend. How in the hell he can drink that shit, I’ll never know.

Swinging the door open, I step inside and head over to the counter.

“What can I get you today?” the young woman asks.

“The opposite of the crap my partner just brought out to me,” I grumble, tossing a five onto the counter. “I’ll take a black, tall.”

It takes her hardly any time to hand it over, and I grab it, telling her to keep the change. Walking back out to the squad care, I climb inside and take a sip of my drink.

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