and bright I think lead would be needed to keep anything from his view.
With my curly, sandy colored hair and my brown eyes, I had always considered myself decent looking—my nose wasn’t huge in my oval face and no elephant ears, thank God. Unfortunately, it all came together in a boy next door way, not in the gorgeous ‘I have to have you now’ way. But one look at him and I knew the truth. I was a troll. At least the pressure was off because even if had met him in a certain club, I would have known better than to try for him.
Mason gave my hand a nice, firm shake. I breathed a little sigh of relief when my hand let go of his right when I told it to. I had been kind of afraid it would refuse to let go in case it never got another chance at this guy.
“So, Mason, what brings you to Deacon, Oklahoma? Otherwise known as ‘Don’t blink or you’ll walk right through it’?”
“I got tired of where I was from, so I moved.”
“Where was that?” I asked to be polite, since I had a sneaking suspicion from his drawl.
“Fort Worth, Texas.”
“Well, I was going to ask why you would move to an area that is still widely believed to have outhouses for bathrooms, but Texas, huh.” We were required to insult the state ‘that shall not be named’ at every opportunity. And if it was college football season, well, SWAT teams were usually involved. Of course since the SWAT teams were from the same states, that sometimes just made it worse. “I can’t believe it, but you are actually moving up in the world. I suggest that you keep that to yourself. Especially on game day.”
“Just couldn’t resist it, could you?” He laughed at me and when he smiled, I swear to God my heart stopped. Dimples!
Son. Of. A. Bitch! This was completely unfair. He was like my idea of the perfect man so far. If he was straight, I was going to go home and cry. If he was gay, well, the surge of lust would probably kill me. Maybe I could live long enough to jump him once.
“Since I was born and raised here, nope, I couldn’t. My grandfather’s ghost would show up armed. Not risking that.” I grinned back at him.
“I happen to agree with you, and that’s why I moved.”
“Okay, I guess we can drop the state feud now.”
“What do you do, James?”
And that’s when Kent jumped back into the conversation. I had completely forgotten he was there and from the smirk on his face, he knew it.
“Ah, James is Deacon’s own version of Donald Trump.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “I haven’t declared bankruptcy once. And I don’t have a weird alien life form living on my head, either.”
“Okay, I’ll give you those points.” He looked at Mason. “James here is a local business owner and real estate magnate.”
Mason looked over at me, appearing to be a little surprised. I guess since I was standing there in my rattiest clothes, covered in an inch of dirt and grime, I didn’t appear quite like a successful businessman. Yep, Mason was in the same condition I was in and he looked like some kind of god on a billboard. I, on the other hand, resembled a dirty, stinky pile of road kill.
“I run my dad’s corner gas station and have a couple rental properties. That’s hardly what you’re making it out to be.”
“You make it sound like you work for your dad still. He retired with your mom five years ago and you’ve been the boss ever since. You own fifteen rental houses and the apartment complex here. Face it, James, you are a grown-up now.”
I managed to stop myself from preening. I wanted to make a good impression in case I hit the lottery and Mason was gay, not come off like a conceited asshole.
“Why, Kent, you’re going to make me blush.” I caught Tosh out of the corner of my eye. “Kent, I believe your bossier half is after your attention.”
He glanced over at his wife. “I guess I’d better go see what she needs. Can you fill Mason in on the meeting schedule and get his phone entered into the notification
With my curly, sandy colored hair and my brown eyes, I had always considered myself decent looking—my nose wasn’t huge in my oval face and no elephant ears, thank God. Unfortunately, it all came together in a boy next door way, not in the gorgeous ‘I have to have you now’ way. But one look at him and I knew the truth. I was a troll. At least the pressure was off because even if had met him in a certain club, I would have known better than to try for him.
Mason gave my hand a nice, firm shake. I breathed a little sigh of relief when my hand let go of his right when I told it to. I had been kind of afraid it would refuse to let go in case it never got another chance at this guy.
“So, Mason, what brings you to Deacon, Oklahoma? Otherwise known as ‘Don’t blink or you’ll walk right through it’?”
“I got tired of where I was from, so I moved.”
“Where was that?” I asked to be polite, since I had a sneaking suspicion from his drawl.
“Fort Worth, Texas.”
“Well, I was going to ask why you would move to an area that is still widely believed to have outhouses for bathrooms, but Texas, huh.” We were required to insult the state ‘that shall not be named’ at every opportunity. And if it was college football season, well, SWAT teams were usually involved. Of course since the SWAT teams were from the same states, that sometimes just made it worse. “I can’t believe it, but you are actually moving up in the world. I suggest that you keep that to yourself. Especially on game day.”
“Just couldn’t resist it, could you?” He laughed at me and when he smiled, I swear to God my heart stopped. Dimples!
Son. Of. A. Bitch! This was completely unfair. He was like my idea of the perfect man so far. If he was straight, I was going to go home and cry. If he was gay, well, the surge of lust would probably kill me. Maybe I could live long enough to jump him once.
“Since I was born and raised here, nope, I couldn’t. My grandfather’s ghost would show up armed. Not risking that.” I grinned back at him.
“I happen to agree with you, and that’s why I moved.”
“Okay, I guess we can drop the state feud now.”
“What do you do, James?”
And that’s when Kent jumped back into the conversation. I had completely forgotten he was there and from the smirk on his face, he knew it.
“Ah, James is Deacon’s own version of Donald Trump.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “I haven’t declared bankruptcy once. And I don’t have a weird alien life form living on my head, either.”
“Okay, I’ll give you those points.” He looked at Mason. “James here is a local business owner and real estate magnate.”
Mason looked over at me, appearing to be a little surprised. I guess since I was standing there in my rattiest clothes, covered in an inch of dirt and grime, I didn’t appear quite like a successful businessman. Yep, Mason was in the same condition I was in and he looked like some kind of god on a billboard. I, on the other hand, resembled a dirty, stinky pile of road kill.
“I run my dad’s corner gas station and have a couple rental properties. That’s hardly what you’re making it out to be.”
“You make it sound like you work for your dad still. He retired with your mom five years ago and you’ve been the boss ever since. You own fifteen rental houses and the apartment complex here. Face it, James, you are a grown-up now.”
I managed to stop myself from preening. I wanted to make a good impression in case I hit the lottery and Mason was gay, not come off like a conceited asshole.
“Why, Kent, you’re going to make me blush.” I caught Tosh out of the corner of my eye. “Kent, I believe your bossier half is after your attention.”
He glanced over at his wife. “I guess I’d better go see what she needs. Can you fill Mason in on the meeting schedule and get his phone entered into the notification
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