Tequila Rose by Willow Winters (any book recommendations .TXT) 📗

forehead it catches my attention. “I have this idea.” Brody runs his hand down his jaw and clears his throat before saying, “Hi. My name’s Brody. When you left, I asked the waitress what she knew about you because I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. She said you’re sweet and you’re single.”

My chest rises and falls as I watch him pretend like this is the first time we’re meeting. Like we’re starting fresh. His grandstanding is cute and flirtatious, but his nerves are clearly getting to him judging by the way he rubs the back of his neck before asking me, “I was wondering if you want to go out with me sometime.”

“Oh, how sweet,” Miss Jones comments as if she’s innocent and doesn’t have a clue what’s going on.

“A date?” I ask in a voice that doesn’t sound like my own. It’s breathless and filled with disbelief.

“If you’d like, I’d really like to take you out this weekend.” His voice is lower and filled with a longing I recognize when he adds, “I want to redo this.”

“You should say yes to that sweet man, Magnolia.” Miss Jones butts in and at that, I roll my eyes. This woman and her pestering are killing me right now.

“Thank you very much,” Brody says and flashes her a charming smile. Sweet but completely ignorant Brody. He turns that charm on me next. “So? Will you go out with me?”

Thud, my heart beats in a way that both feels right and like the next beat will take me to death’s door.

“Yes, yes,” I say and force a small smile to my lips, “let’s go out on a date.” Even though a part of me is jumping up and down for joy, I cross my arms and the chill across my shoulders doesn’t leave me. I’ll go on the date to tell him about Bridget and confess everything. Somewhere quiet, where we can talk.

“How about to eat at Morgan’s? Have you been?” I suggest and immediately notice Miss Jones’s huff of disapproval. I shouldn’t be taking the lead, according to Southern etiquette rules, but you know what? She can stuff that huff where it came from.

“I haven’t yet, but if that’s where you’d like to go, that’s where it’ll be.”

“You said this weekend?”

“That’s right,” he answers, rocking on the balls of his feet.

“You’re staying long then?”

“I might be moving down here.” His answer echoes in my head, over and over like a bad replay and in that time, I somehow agree to him picking me up after work on Friday for the date.

With the time and place set, he leaves with a short wave.

The second he’s gone, the whistle is between my lips as I hyperventilate.

“Oh my, oh my.” Miss Jones has more color in her cheeks than I’ve seen since the dinner she threw for New Year’s two years back.

“Oh my what?” Renee asks, picking herself up.

“We are in for a treat.”

“It’s not a treat,” I murmur and Miss Jones is quick to click her tongue in disagreement.

“Take it from me, dear, I know a thing or two.” She gives me a kind smile even though her eyes reflect sympathy. “This is going to be a wild ride. So smile, dear. When you look back on it, you’re going to want to remember you did it with a smile.”

Brody

“Is this for some girl?” My mother’s tone is grating as I run a hand down my face.

“We talked about this.” My mother, she’s … she’s lonely. She’s been lonely since my dad left her and even lonelier since my grandfather died a few years back. “I told you I wanted to come down here with Griffin and start this business.”

“And I told you it was time to settle down.”

If it wasn’t my mother on the other end of the phone, I’d simply hang up. I’m not in the habit of taking orders from people. I don’t like for my intent to be ignored either. My mother’s good at both of those. She knows best and all that. But really, she’s lonely and she doesn’t want me to move away. I hear it in her voice, with her faint upper East Coast accent. She’s from New York and never lost the cadence of her hometown.

“You can always come down here,” I say to get right to the point, nodding at a template Griffin’s holding up. There were five mock-ups a graphic designer pitched for our logo. “That one,” I mouth to him, with my mother still on the phone going on about how she can’t leave and neither can I. Or at least that’s what I hear through it all.

“Mom, you know I love you. I’m still deciding if I’m going to move down here, though.”

“And it’s not about a girl?” Magnolia’s pouty lips and wide gaze flash across my eyes, but I shake it off. I haven’t heard from her since yesterday and as far as I’m concerned, we’re starting fresh. She’s just a girl I’d like to take out and get to know. She’s just a girl. Even to my own ears, the statement sounds false.

Breathing in deeply, I joke, “You want me to get married so soon?”

“You aren’t a spring chicken, Brody.”

Ignoring my mother’s comment, I focus on the topic at hand. “I mean it when I say you’d like it down here. You know how Gramps liked to go sailing … It reminded me of him when I came to see Griffin.”

And he believed in me. I wish he were alive to see it all coming together. He’d be proud. Although he’d be on my ass about that license.

My mother’s silence strikes a chord in