No More Secrets: A Small Town Love Story (The Pierce Brothers Book 1) by Score Lucy

Author:Score, Lucy [Score, Lucy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pub Yourself Press
Published: 2016-01-24T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“Since when did you start wearing lipstick?” Sheriff Donovan Cardona asked, as he dumped two bags of chips on the island.

Carter swiped a hand over his mouth and swore. He’d spent the last thirty minutes with Summer’s lip gloss smeared all over his mouth and neither of his brothers thought to mention it. Beckett and Jax snickered.

“Thanks. Thanks a lot, dicks.” Carter grabbed a paper towel and started scrubbing.

“It’s a nice color on you,” Fitz offered.

Bill “Fitz” Fitzsimmons was closer to Franklin’s age than the rest of them. Bald on top, he had an impressive braided rattail that hung down the back of his Save the Whales t-shirt. He owned and operated Bill’s Books, a used bookstore that trended toward conspiracy titles. He had also smoked more than his fair share of pot back in the day.

Donovan had a theory that in its earlier days Bill’s Books sold more weed than books. But after a short jail stay courtesy of Uncle Sam and the IRS, Fitz claimed to have righted his ways ... mostly.

Donovan cracked open a soda.

“You on call tonight?” Carter asked his friend.

“Yeah, ‘til midnight.”

“I should have pocketed all of your money by then,” Beckett said, tearing open one of the bags of chips.

“You wish,” Donovan said, slapping the chips out of his hand and sending them flying.

“Hey! Keep it clean in here,” Carter warned them.

“Yeah, he’s got a live-in lover to impress now,” Beckett said.

“You talking about Summer or Jax?” Donovan asked blandly.

Carter sighed. So much for secrets.

The doorbell rang and everyone yelled, “Come in.”

Franklin, in a loud Hawaiian shirt and khakis, bustled in carrying six to-go boxes that smelled gloriously of garlic.

“I hope everyone is hungry,” he said sliding the containers on the granite.

“Thanks for coming, Franklin,” Carter said.

“Thanks for inviting me. It’s been years since I’ve had a poker night.”

“Running a restaurant probably doesn’t leave a lot of spare time in your day,” Beckett said, looking pointedly at Jax.

“Well, neither did raising three daughters. But I’d do both all over again if I could.”

“That’s good to hear,” Jax said, shooting Beckett a sneer.

Beckett stalked into the great room.

Carter made the introductions, which in Blue Moon were purely perfunctory since everyone already knew everyone else by sight if not by name.

“You want a beer, Franklin?” Jax offered.

“I wouldn’t say no.”

Jax grabbed one out of the fridge and handed it over.

“Fitz, these aren’t the special brownies like last time are they?” Donovan demanded, frowning at the aluminum tray on the island.

“I told you a million times, man, I got the labels confused. It won’t happen again.” Fitz waited until Donovan took a brownie with him into the great room before picking up the tray and checking the bottom. He gave Carter a relieved thumbs up.

“Table’s in there, gentlemen. Let’s get some food and lose some money,” Carter announced.

Joey pulled into the gravel lot of Shorty’s Sports Bar. “Is here okay?” she asked, shutting off the engine.

“Sure,” Summer shrugged. With its stone and wood exterior, it reminded her of the Vermont ski lodge that her parents had taken her to one winter.

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