Jake (Men of Clifton Montana Book 1) by Susan Fisher-Davis Page B

the back seat.
    “A real asshole,”
Olivia muttered.
    “Olivia,” Becca
scolded, and then looked into the rearview mirror. “Just a guy I dated back in
Maryland. Liv doesn’t like him.”
    “Ya think?” Olivia
said with sarcasm. She turned in her seat to look at Emma. “Saying I didn’t
like him is like saying the Grand Canyon is a little hole. He always gave me
the creeps.” She gave a fake shudder before turning back toward Becca. “So, is
there anything more going on with you and Jake?”
    Becca blushed, and
Olivia jumped on it. “There is, I knew it. Did you do the nasty?”
    “Olivia Rene
Roberts! Stop it. You’re embarrassing me.”
    Emma leaned forward. “Did
you, Becca? Have you and Jake slept together?”
    Olivia
pointed her finger at Becca. “Sweetie, that blush gives you away. How was it?”
    Becca
sighed. “It was…amazing.” She glanced back to Emma. “Please don’t tell anyone.”
    Emma
laughed. “I knew there had to be something between you two. I think it’s great
and there’s no one I would tell. I don’t have a lot of friends.”
    Olivia
turned toward her again. “Now why wouldn’t a beautiful woman like you have
friends, Emma, especially men friends?”
    Emma
blushed. “I was a bookworm in school then I helped out at my dad’s ranch and
store. Between that and practicing for the barrel racing competitions, I don’t
have time to date much.” Her voice faded away.
    Olivia and Becca
glanced at each other.
    “Well, you have us
now. And trust me when I say, you can’t have two more loyal friends,” Olivia
told her. Becca smiled and nodded in agreement.
    When they arrived
in Clifton, Olivia announced she was hungry so they decided to eat at the
Clifton Diner. After parking, they walked inside. It was crowded. Becca was
surprised when everyone smiled and waved at her. She looked at Emma with raised
eyebrows.
    Emma shrugged. “I
happened to mention that you never knew about Hattie and it got around town. No
one blames you for not coming around. I told you they would get over it. Let’s
grab a booth in the back.”
    The server brought
them menus and filled their water glasses. Becca looked around the small café.
It was a throwback to the fifties. The counter lined with round vinyl stools
sat in front of an open pass through window, which looked into the kitchen. She
could see the cook back there fixing orders, and then setting them in the open
window while calling out that the order was up. The booths, which surrounded
scarred tables, also had red vinyl seats and the floor consisted of large black
and white squares. The aromas filling the air were amazing. The scents of
coffee, hamburgers, fries, and onions permeated the diner. Her stomach growled.
They ordered hamburgers with fries and vanilla cokes.
    When the orders
came, Becca’s eyes widened. It was the biggest burger she’d ever seen. It took
up more than half of the plate. Several fries fell onto the table since there wasn’t
much room on the plates. Lifting it up, she took a bite, closed her eyes, and
moaned. “Oh. My. God. This is fantastic.”
    “They have the best
food here. No matter what you order, I guarantee you’ll love it,” Emma
proclaimed with pride.
    Olivia chewed on a
fry. “I think I could get used to this,” she announced with a big grin. “But
then I’d gain like a hundred pounds.” She glanced around the diner. “There sure
are a lot of cowboys in here.”
    Olivia shifted her
gaze to Becca. “So when do I get to meet yours? Oh, and don’t think I’ve
forgotten about you and him getting it on. I want all the details. I haven’t
had sex in, like forever, so I need to hear all of it.”
    Becca knew Olivia
wouldn’t give up until she spilled all the details about having sex with Jake.
Her cheeks burned as she remembered. Maybe it hadn’t been as good for him as it
had been for her. After all, he hadn’t come around for more. He was there for
the fire but that was the last time she saw him,