Six Rules: Book Two in the SIX Series Read Free

few waves in my hair just to give it a
little texture and dabbed on a little perfume. I wondered for a moment if
Dillon would come back to my apartment tonight. I mean, he didn’t really dump
me this morning just because I had to work, right? Although he did tell me I
was unlovable, which was a little harsh to say if someone didn’t really mean
it.
               I checked my phone just to see if Dillon had called, but
the screen was blank. I debated calling him for a moment, but what would I say?
I was extremely busy trying to get the bakery up and running, so maybe he was
right. Maybe I didn’t have time for a relationship.
               I picked up my small clutch purse and took one last look
in the mirror. Good enough for a ten minute appearance.
               I drove my black Honda over to the art gallery with my
window rolled down to take in the warm August air. Most places were hot in
August, but here in Mountain Ridge, Nevada, the elevation kept things much
cooler. The town was nestled in the trees near the California border, right
next to Lake Tahoe. The summer weather was absolutely beautiful, although the
winters were a bit harsh.
               I pulled down the back alley behind the art gallery and
parked, relieved not to see any other cars in the back. Hopefully I was the
only vendor stopping by right now. The last thing I needed was to run into
Greyson. He would probably think I was all dressed up tonight to meet him out
later for a date with him, which obviously wasn’t true.
               I slipped in the back door, happy to see Michelle in the
back of the room as soon as I walked in.
               “Mallory, hi! I’m so glad you stopped by. Everything is
going off without a hitch. The food tonight is amazing, and your desserts… Oh
my goodness, people absolutely love them,” Michelle said beaming. She wore a
tight black pencil skirt and a crisp white top, looking as stunning and
sophisticated as I would have expected.
               “Good, I’m glad everything is running so smoothly,” I
responded, politely shaking my head at a server holding out a tray of
champagne. “I just came to check on things. Just to make sure there were no
catastrophes with the table or anything.”
               “Oh, you need to try this,” Michelle said eagerly,
grabbing a small napkin with what appeared to be some type of bruschetta.
“Luca’s is superb. All of their food is delicious. I don’t even care if I can’t
peel off this tight skirt by the end of the night from all these carbs, it will
be so worth it.” She smiled, motioning for me to try a bite.
               She was right, it was tangy and salty all at once. It
definitely had a unique flavor. “So has Greyson stopped by tonight?” I asked,
trying to sound nonchalant. Why would I care what Greyson was up to? I
wasn’t sure why I even brought him up.
               “Actually, he just left a few minutes ago. I tried to get
him to stay, trust me. He had on a trendy suit without a tie. Dressy but yet
kind of cool, if that makes sense. I would have much preferred to stare at him
all night rather than these old balding rich guys,” she said smirking. “I mean,
look around this place. I’m sure some of them are single, but they all look
like someone’s dad, right?”
               I laughed quietly and finished the bruschetta, nodding in
agreement.
               “Unfortunately Greyson said he had to go, he had somewhere
to be tonight,” Michelle said shrugging.
               Oh great, what if he actually thinks I’m showing up at
the pub tonight? Surely this guy can’t be that delusional, right?
           “Well, I have plans too,” I
responded. “Some wine, maybe a bath. I have a bunch of magazine reading to
catch up on too, so I’d better get out of here. Sounds like a wild Saturday
night for me, right?” I smirked. I really