The Nanny Arrangement (Country Blues) by Rachel Harris

Author:Rachel Harris [Harris, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Entangled, Bliss, contemporary romance, band, friends to lovers, sweet romance, bad boy, makeover, Rachel Harris, country blues, Romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Bliss)
Published: 2017-05-21T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Three and a half drinks later, Hannah figured she just about had this flirting thing down.

At least in theory.

“You sure do have a pretty smile, sugar,” a tall blonde cowboy told her, flashing a set of pearly whites. It was an odd thing for him to say, considering she hadn’t smiled in the last couple minutes, but she appreciated it anyway.

As far as flirt victims…err, targets were considered, he seemed friendly enough. Outgoing and forgiving of her awkward attempts at conversation—but then, she hadn’t complimented the roundness of his Adam’s apple, or accidentally spilled a drink down his back when she’d leaned in, either. Hannah considered that definite progress.

“Um”—she hiccupped—“thanks.”

Unsure of how else to respond to the compliment, she tried tugging her lips into the aforementioned gesture—only, her mouth hesitated to cooperate. And, when it finally did, it kind of stretched a bit at the edges and felt sort of funny. Like her smile no longer fit her face.

And speaking of her face, the skin around her mouth felt strange, too. Almost rubbery, but also sort of numb. Like Jim Carrey in The Mask. Only, hopefully not green.

Hannah gazed at the freshly filled cup in her hand and giggled. Oops. She probably should’ve told the girls that she was a lightweight.

Cowboy Man scooted forward, catching Hannah off guard, and she stumbled on her borrowed heels into the person behind her. Her pink drink sloshed across her hand and spilled onto the floor. She frowned. Such a waste.

“Wanna dance?”

“Dance?” she repeated, setting her cup on the bar top. There should be some sort of rule about drinking in borrowed shoes, especially heels. Ugh, heels were the devil. Looking back up at her flirtee, a confused wrinkle formed between her eyebrows.

Ah, right. He’d asked her to dance. That wasn’t supposed to be part of the deal. Sober Hannah resembled a confused buffalo when she danced. Buzzed Hannah? Well, she rarely drank more than a glass of wine here or there anyway, due to the whole “lightweight” problem, but she felt moderately confident that Buzzed Hannah was even worse. A deranged buffalo, perhaps?

Besides, if she were going to dance, it certainly wouldn’t be with him. Dancing meant being held and breathing the same air, and Cowboy Man smelled all wrong. Like leather and whiskey. Deacon always smelled like cinnamon and soap. Clean, fresh, and spicy. Just the way she liked it.

Hannah shook her head, then widened her eyes when the room continued to bounce around her vision. “Nope,” she finally answered, popping the p as the world righted itself again. “Don’t dance. Buffalo problems.”

Cowboy Man quirked an eyebrow, but Hannah shrugged it off.

Glancing around, she wondered where Sherry and Arabella had disappeared to. Or that nice bodyguard, Tony. She hoped they were paying attention, as she’d had a rather successful round this time. Much better than the men she’d praised for their neatly trimmed nose hair and prominent clavicles, and so far, she’d yet to bring up the fact that bar stools were probably covered in feces and sperm, since most people didn’t wash their hands.

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