Rebel Girl by Patricia Rice

Author:Patricia Rice [Rice, Patricia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Book View Cafe

“I cinched it,” Dave declared triumphantly, striding into the café with a folded newspaper under his arm on Thursday morning. “Randy’s album is out in August and he’s agreed to come to the MusicFest as a headliner.”

“Am I supposed to cheer?” Jo asked, pouring coffee for a customer. It was nearly ten, so the café had almost cleared out.

“No, you’re supposed to ask the Buzzards to play backup for him.” Dave took a stool at the counter. “He’ll be in next week with the music.”

“He’s too cheap to hire his own backup?”

“It’s a charity event, Jo. Ease up, all right?” Disgruntled, he shook out his newspaper. “Flint still hasn’t found his way around the mountain?”

“He calls to see how things are going, but he hasn’t come in.” She’d suggested he could stay at her place to avoid the long commute, but he’d declined. Peggy had been helping out through lunch hours. “Did you tell Randy that Flint was down here?” she asked, struck by a sudden thought.

“Nope. Any reason I should?” Absorbed in his newspaper, Dave wasn’t paying attention.

“No, none at all.” Not any of her business, either. But a wicked imp in the back of her mind giggled. Maybe she wouldn’t have to cut Randy down to size. Flint was likely to do it for her. That would almost be as much fun.

The bell she’d installed over the door yesterday tinkled.

“Road won’t be open until next week,” a familiar masculine voice rumbled.

With her heart leaping foolishly, Jo set down the coffee pot to admire the man framed in the doorway. Wearing scuffed cowboy boots, black Wranglers, and a black T-shirt that emphasized bronzed muscular arms, Flint only needed a guitar slung over his shoulder to look as if he’d just stepped off the stage.

Beneath the wayward lock of hair adorning his high brow, he shot a silver-bullet glance straight at her leaping heart—then up to the bell tinkling over his head as he let the door close. “What the hell is that?”

“Early warning system,” Hoss called from his place at the counter. “Jo got ticked when the Yancy kid stole a donut while she was in the restroom.”

“How did you know it was the Yancy kid?” Striding in with the confidence of a man who owned the world, Flint nonchalantly threw a wrapped package in Jo’s direction as he crossed the floor toward his office.

“He stole the chocolate donut with sprinkles I was saving for my break,” Jo said with the outrage of the innocent as she examined the package wrapping.

“You tracked him down from the smell of chocolate?” Flint crossed his arms and rested his shoulder against the wall while he waited for her to open his surprise.

All those male pheromones blew her circuits. The package gave her a shield to hide behind while she tamped down raging desire and let the discussion swirl over her head.

“Nah. She ran out the back and caught him in the alley. Grabbed him by the ear and duck walked him back inside to wash dishes.

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