Every Yesterday (Boot Creek) by Nancy Naigle

Author:Nancy Naigle [Naigle, Nancy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781503938908
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2016-08-30T04:00:00+00:00

She waved from the door as he left to go back to the inn and get cleaned up.

As soon as he was out of sight, she ran back to get showered and changed. By the time the doorbell rang, she’d just finished blow-drying her hair. She stepped into her favorite cowboy boots, and pulled the bottom of her black boot-cut jeans down over them. The pearls Dad had given her on her sixteenth birthday caught her eye on her dresser. She held them up to her neck, perfect with the creamy white camisole she was wearing.

The doorbell rang again.

She struggled with the pearls, trying to hurry, still trying to connect the clasp as she ran toward the door.

“Coming.” Her boots clip-clopped down the tile entry. She slid to a stop in front of the door and swung it open. “Hi.”

Noah stood there with a bouquet of daisies.

Her lips bunched. “That was so nice.” How sweet. “Thank you.”

“I want to go on record that I went to Bootsie’s Bouquets to buy you yellow roses, but your mother insisted daisies are your favorite.”

Mom was probably telling everyone in town. “They absolutely are. What a nice surprise. Let me put these in some water.”

“Sure.”

His eyes weighed on her as she walked away. A giggle churned in her gut. She felt giddy at the attention. But what would it hurt? He was fun.

She came back with a lime-green mason jar filled with the daisies and set them on the table in the hall. “They really brighten up the place. They’re great.”

“Glad you like them.”

“I do. You ready? I’m starved.”

“Yeah, me too. Are we walking or driving?”

Megan grabbed her keys and her purse. “Let’s walk. It’s just a couple of blocks.” She locked the door behind her, and they walked to the corner. Noah grabbed her hand, loosely holding it.

“You look really nice. I like a girl who can pull off jeans and pearls,” he said. “And it looks good on you.”

“Thank you.” She had to take extra long strides to keep up with him. The sun was still bright, and the air so steamy that dinner in the air-conditioning at Bella’s sounded much better than the picnic she’d suggested earlier. She was glad he’d insisted.

One of her best customers, the gal who owned the boutique down the way, hailed her from across the street. Megan waved in response.

“This way,” Megan said when they got to the next corner. “Just on the other side of the street.”

He moved at an easy gait, for him. Looking around, taking in her small town. She wondered how it looked to someone who hadn’t lived there their whole life.

When they got to Bella’s, Noah held the door for her.

A white-shirted waiter met them at the door. “Two? Are you Mr. Black?”

“Yes.”

“You called ahead?”

He shrugged.

Nice touch.

The waiter took them to a quiet booth near the back, and laid the menus on the table. “Something to drink?”

“I’ll have a beer. Megan, what would you like?”

“I think I’ll start with one of your famous blueberry slushy drinks like you guys do for the Blackberry Festival.

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