Yes, she was a funny one. But why was she leaning in so close to coffee dude? Their eyes were locked, so, of course, I slapped my hand down on the counter, maybe a bit too hard, and he looked over, irritated.
“Hello, I am a customer, and I’d like a coffee, too.” They both eyed me like I was a barbarian, turning my angry tone into a properly chastised whisper. “I am very thirsty.”
“Okay… what can I get you?”
“Coffee. Black, please.”
“Well, that’s a riveting choice.” His head shook slightly. “I’ll get right on it.”
Madison narrowed her eyes at me. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” How could someone in overalls that were at least two sizes too big look so damn good? “Do you know you can tell a lot about a person by how they take their coffee? You notice mine is plain black.”
“Yes, I did notice that. I think it says you’re a bore and very unadventurous.”
She had a spark I hadn’t expected in those twinkling eyes.
“Nope. It says that I’m straightforward, and what you see is what you get.”
“Okay, my wise Uber-driving gigolo, what does mine say about me?”
“Well, by the time you add all that shit to it—I stirred my finger in the air like I was stirring coffee—it’s not really coffee anymore. You took something that’s pure and doctored it all up. Do you do that with everything?”
I couldn’t pull my eyes away. Mesmerized by the way she crinkled in her nose as she digested my words. “Got you thinking.”
Her eyes rolled as she shook her head. “No, I’m not thinking at all. You can’t make me think.”
“Okay then.”
“Wait, that came out wrong.”
Coffee-dude reappeared and placed our beverages in front of us. I grabbed cash from my pocket and slid it to him. He nodded before vanishing. She cleared her throat. “I can pay for mine, really.”
“I insist.” I read her face before she could ask. “No, it won’t affect the cost of the ride.”
She let out a breath. “Thank you.”
CHAPTER7
MADISON
First of all, I couldn’t believe I was sitting next to the hottest guy I’d ever laid eyes on. Secondly, I couldn’t believe how beautiful rural Montana was.
The mountains and even the shades of greens and browns were unfamiliar. It was almost like Montana had a “feel” to it or something. I couldn’t explain it, NOR could I pull my eyes from it.
The truck stopped in front of a beautiful house surrounded by pastures and trees. A large barn could be seen in the distance, along with some horses.
As I hopped out of the truck, I let the large country home sink in. A two-story white house with window boxes overflowing with fall flowers, along with a humongous porch, white rocking chairs, and a porch swing. This was my dad’s home. The home he’d lived in for so long and I’d never seen before. Definitely, my bad.
Jax appeared at my side and put my poop case at my feet.
“Here you go.”
He stood across from me and put his hands in his pockets, his icy blue eyes fixed on me. I looked away and ran my hands over my ponytail, all too aware he was still staring at me. Why? Why was he just standing there?
Shit! I needed to tip him. I opened my purse and grabbed a twenty-dollar bill, feeling an anxious pull in my stomach because I didn’t have very many left, but I handed it to him anyway.
“Thank you for driving me out here.” I wondered if he was going home to a girlfriend. No ring on his finger, but I couldn’t imagine he wasn’t with the hottest girl in these parts.These parts?Geez, I was already thinking in Montana.
