Wish Upon a Cowboy, page 33
Bryn chewed her lip, her gaze skimming over the diner patron’s once more. Her eyes landed on Zane’s, and he held them a moment, knowing already what she was going to say.
“Deal,” she said. “Just give me a little time to drum up the cash. I’ll make some calls while I put together your lunch.”
Flannel Shirt’s lips curved as his eyes went to the clock above her head. He knew he had a live one—he just had to reel in the line. “You’ve got twenty minutes. Or we’re leaving. With the horse.”
Zane rifled through the bills in his wallet. He’d just gotten paid. In fact, one of his errands that morning was stopping at the bank. Even as he fought it, knowing how stupid the idea was, he knew his deposit was going to end up being a little light.
He’d had the biscuits and gravy many times and knew his bill normally totaled a little over ten dollars, so he usually left fifteen. He sighed as he took two bills from his wallet and slid them under the edge of his plate.
“Thanks for breakfast, Bryn,” he told her as he slid off the stool. “I’ll check back in later to see if you need a ride home.”
“See ya, Zane,” she said, then glanced at the bills on the counter, her eyes and her grin widening as she saw the twenty and the crisp hundred dollar bill sticking out from under his plate.
He turned and walked out of the restaurant, knowing full well he was going to regret that move but yet, somehow his steps seemed to be as light as his wallet.
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You Had Me at Cowboy
It Started with a Cowboy
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