Because I knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t backing down.
Chapter NineMontana
“Oh boy, look who stopped by to say hi,” Violet said over a fit of laughter. “Clifford Wellhung is staring at us like he wants to make an appointment.”
I looked up from where I was signing a few contracts for upcoming weddings, and I laughed at the sight of Clifford, the local brown moose who cruised through town like he owned the place.
Clifford was what everyone in town called him, but “Clifford Wellhung” was the name that Violet called him.
Because she was crude.
Because Clifford was definitely rocking a set of balls that were impossible to miss.
He’d been around for years, and if you didn’t mess with him, he wouldn’t mess with you.
He stared in our window for a few seconds before he turned and walked toward the courtyard across the street, where he often lay beneath the large oak tree.
The views from our business were my favorite. I could see the water in the distance, and the mountains behind it. It calmed me in a way, and I’d been feeling much better lately.
I don’t know if it was the fact that I had a new sexy friend whom I was either running into or talking to via text every night.
I’d never had a friendship like this.
We talked. We flirted. We fought. We laughed.
Rinse and repeat and do it all again the next day.
And I actually looked forward to it. Even if I was ridiculously busy this week planning this wedding, Myles St. James had somehow become my favorite part of the day.
I’d never admit that to anyone else, but it was the truth.
I hadn’t heard from him today, which was not the norm, and I was trying not to let it bother me.
It didn’t matter.
I had things to do anyway. It was a typical busy Friday.
“Speaking of well-hung men ...,” Violet said, just as the door chimed.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my three favorite frauds,” Myles said as he crossed his arms over his chest and his eyes found mine. I felt a burst of butterflies in my stomach, but I tried hard to act unaffected.
His dark hair was cut short on the sides and a little longer on the top. He wore a white fitted tee, dark jeans, and a pair of brown boots. He’d grown comfortable here in Blushing, and I tried to remind myself that he wasn’t staying.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t our favorite billionaire,” Violet said.
“Is it normal for that moose to hang out by your window?” he asked, and I couldn’t help but laugh because the look on his face was hilarious.
“Have you never seen Clifford before?” I asked.
“You’ve named him? I’ve seen that fucker hanging out in the center of town, and I stay out of his way. I didn’t know he had a name.” He ran a hand over his jaw, and the way it felt when he’d buried his face between my legs flooded my memories.
Did it just get hot in here?
“Yes, his name is Clifford,” Blakely said as she turned to put a few files in the cabinet. “Monny actually named him years ago, and the name stuck with everyone in town.”
“Is it his real name, or is this his alias?” he asked, his attention on me, and I didn’t miss the way Violet and Blakely were looking between us as if they’d noticed.
“It’s his real name. Clifford Wellhung, actually. He’s a Scorpio, and he enjoys long walks on the beach and square dancing with the ladies on Saturday nights.” I smirked.
