Tucker: Texas Kings MC, Book 7 by Cee Bowerman

Author:Cee Bowerman [Bowerman, Cee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-21T16:00:00+00:00

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TUCKER

By the time I made it six blocks to the nearest convenience store, I couldn’t feel my toes. I had ice crystals in my beard, and probably looked like a crazy mountain man to the young girl behind the counter.

I waved at her and tried to smile, but she just stared at me like she was afraid I was about to rob the place. I walked straight to the back of the store, headed to the coffee pots.

When I got there, I put my freezing hands around one of the carafes and welcomed the heat. Within just a few seconds it was almost too much, so I took my hands away and rubbed them together. I pulled a cup out of the dispenser and poured myself some of the steaming brew. I held it up in front of my face for a few seconds, breathing in the hot steam coming off the top of the dark liquid.

I took a big sniff of the coffee and thought the only thing that would make it smell better was a shot of whiskey poured into it. I shook my head and turned back to doctor my coffee with some cream and sugar. Once I was finished, I took a sip and savored it, the heat burning me from my tongue all the way down to my stomach.

I meandered down the aisles looking for something to take the edge off my hunger and finally found a Mrs. Baird’s pie shelf. I looked through the selection and chose two, a peach and a lemon, and then I went ahead and picked up a package of donuts too. I tried to juggle all three packages and the coffee and almost dropped everything. Luckily, only the donuts fell to the floor and just a little coffee spilled onto my still freezing hand.

I bent down to pick up the donuts and my gaze fell on the beer in the cooler right in front of me. As if beckoning me, I noticed that it was my favorite brand of beer. I stood there for long seconds hunched down with my hand on the donuts resting on the floor and stared at the beer behind the glass.

It would be so fucking easy to grab a twelve pack of cans and take them up to the register. I could pay for them and have three gone by the time I reached the edge of the parking lot. By the time I hit the end of the block, I could be six in and I wouldn’t be cold anymore. I also wouldn’t miss Drea as much anymore either.

I snatched the donuts off the floor and spun on my boot to head back up the aisle toward the register. The girl looked a little less uncomfortable than she had when I first came in, probably because there was another man standing behind the counter beside her.

I tried to smile, but I knew it came out more like a grimace as I put my purchases down on the counter.

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