Desire and a Bottle of Merlot: (Like Sisters Series Book 5) Chick Lit: A Romantic Comedy Read Free

cheeseburgers and fries out of the wet tray and placed them on a clean towel. She examined them closely. The edges of the buns were a little soggy but not bad enough to throw away. She and Tina stood next to the washer and ate.
    “I don’t know. I was minding my own damn business and walking out with our food. Some jerk I’ve never seen before bumped into me. With his bump, and the door banging against me, the cups tipped over, and I got the brunt of it.”
    “Did you yell at the guy?” Vic asked hopefully. Tina knew full well what Vic would have done.
    “Well, no. He was already heading to the counter, and I was busy tipping over outside. I don’t even know who he is.”
    “Tell me he was at least good-looking. A jerk like that has to have some reason to exist, doesn’t he?” Vic smirked as she popped three French fries into her mouth.
    “Let me think about that for a second.” Tina frowned, trying to bring the image of the rude guy back into her mind.
    “Does that really work? Your frown lines are going to be more pronounced if you do that too much, you know.”
    “Shit, you’re right. Okay, I’m thinking… um… uh-oh.”
    “What the hell does uh-oh mean?”
    “I remember now. Maybe the bump was my fault. I’m pretty sure I was gawking at him through the doors when he rushed up the steps. I just stood there, staring at this hot hunk of manflesh coming toward me, and now thinking back, I’m positive I was blocking the entrance. No wonder he slammed into me, plus he was texting someone.”
    “So, let me get this straight: you caused the Cokes to spill because your feet were frozen to the ground and he couldn’t get past you?”
    “Yeah… I think that’s how it actually happened. That’s telling me this guy was as good-looking as Max. Damn it. Who the hell was he?”
    “Maybe he was someone passing through town or visiting a relative. I mean, if he lived here, you would have recognized him, right?”
    “Definitely. He had black curly hair that just skimmed his shoulders, and he looked to be over six feet tall. He seemed muscular… you know… fit. He wore tight jeans and had on a denim work jacket.” Tina frowned even harder as she tried to recall more.
    “Stop frowning, and that’s pretty detailed information from someone who saw this guy for two seconds.”
    “Actually I had about ten seconds if you count the time it took him to come up the steps. I’m sure I’ll never see him again anyway. Good, the washer’s done.” Tina threw her clothes into the dryer as they continued eating. “Oh yeah, Karen called me when I was walking to Amelia’s. She wanted to know if I was remembering to feed Claire every day. Come to think of it…” Tina laughed. “I’m just kidding. Anyway, she said they would be at her cousin’s farm soon, and so far, the road trip was going fine. She said she would call you tomorrow.”
    Lisa Newman pushed through the front doors of Hair Brained and strolled in as though she owned the place.
    “Crap,” Vic said. “There’s Ms. Pain in My Ass all-friggin’-ready. Why does she show up fifteen minutes before her scheduled appointment every stinkin’ time?”
    “Let Jennifer deal with Miss Hotsie-Totsie for now,” Tina said with a mouthful of fries. “Finish your lunch.”
    “Yeah, I know, but she’s a good tipper. I have to act like I give a shit.” Vic jammed what was left of the cheeseburger into her mouth and washed it down with water from the sink. “Lisa, good to see you,” she said, forcing a smile, as she walked back out into the main room.

Chapter Three
    Karen glanced at the time illuminated in green on the dash panel of the SUV. She checked the navigation on her cell phone and directed Mario to exit the interstate at Oakley and head south. She wanted him to see Dodge City, the famous frontier town of the Old West. The points of interest she wanted to show him included Front Street, part of the Boot Hill Museum. Front Street was a partial