Hot in Hellcat Canyon by Julie Anne Long

Author:Julie Anne Long
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2016-05-31T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 12

Britt got the text around the middle of the lunch rush at the Misty Cat, which meant a half dozen people, including Casey Carson, heard her squeak, then saw her clap a hand over her mouth.

I was wondering if you were free for dinner at Maison Vert this week? Any night is good for me.

J. T. M.

“I have to sit down,” she said faintly.

To Giorgio’s great, glowering disapproval, she took a precious empty stool in front of the grill at the counter and sat down, just like a paying customer.

“Oh my goodness, honey, are you all right?” Sherrie noticed her immediately. A motionless Britt during the lunch rush was like the earth ceasing its rotation.

She held out her phone mutely.

Sherrie and Casey craned their heads to read the text.

They both promptly made similar squeaking sounds.

“Oh my goodness gracious God in heaven.” Sherrie clapped a dramatic hand over her heart. “Is that text really from John Tennessee McCord?”

Britt nodded.

She was vaguely aware she was wearing a huge stupid smile.

Which faded.

Doing it on a table and against a truck was one thing. Dinner at a white-­tablecloth restaurant seemed to be another thing altogether.

She considered that she might have stepped into a riptide.

Though maybe he just wanted to sample cuisine outside of the Misty Cat. As excellent as Glennburgers were, one could hardly blame the man.

Her heart was hammering painfully.

“And he fixed my porch,” she said. As if they were all following her own internal conversation.

“GET. OUT.” Casey was agog.

Glenn exchanged an “I told you so” glance with his wife that Britt didn’t quite understand.

“He just showed up and fixed your porch? When you weren’t there? For no reason at all?” Casey said this as though she were collecting clues to a mystery.

“It needed fixing, was the reason,” Britt said shortly.

Casey studied her with a tipped head, and her knowing, wicked little expression told Britt that she knew exactly what the reason was.

Britt couldn’t help but grin that same grin right back at her.

“Okay.” Casey took charge. “You have to pick a night where you don’t have to work the next day. Because, you know.”

Britt did know. Warmth swept through her whole body at the merest suggestion of what she and John Tennessee McCord could do with a whole night together.

“I’ll do your hair and makeup. For free,” Casey said briskly.

Britt was astounded. “Casey, that’s just . . . what a sweet offer! Are you sure? I’ve practically forgotten how to do makeup.”

“I can tell, sweetie.”

Britt laughed.

“And do you have anything to wear?” Casey was on the case.

“Not really, no. Maybe I’ll stop in at . . .”

She thought yearningly of that white halter dress in the window of Kayla Benoit’s boutique. Maybe she could bring in her coupon and make puppy dog eyes at Kayla. Things were going her way lately. Why shouldn’t she get the dress, too?

“Not really, but I’ll figure it out,” she told Casey.

She didn’t work tomorrow morning. She did work the rest of the week in the morning.

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