Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Farica flashed the girl a thumbs-up sign as she saw Kady literally exercising her jaw to move. "You can do this," she said encouragingly. "You just have to smile and be yourself. That's all. Okay?"
"Okay."
"You can do this."
"I can do this."
"Ready?"
"Ready."
"Then go get 'em."
"I'll go get 'em."
But when the other girl only stood there, Farica had to swallow back a laugh and point towards the cafe, saying meaningfully, "Like, um, now?"
Kady turned red. Oops. She quickly turned and bumped into the counter right away. Double oops. But even as she felt her nerves starting to fray, she made herself move towards the first occupied table, telling herself all the while, I can do this. I can TOTALLY do this.
Granted, Hartland's local community seemed populated by genetically blessed individuals, but so what?
Farica had told her to smile and just be herself.
She could do that, right?
But the moment Kady arrived at the table where the Blackwood twins were seated, and she started forcing her lips to move, she could feel her mouth contorting into something else.
A hush of silence gradually fell over the crowd as everyone saw the way Kady's face was slowly transforming.
Oh my, Farica thought. She blinked, and then she blinked and blinked again. She'd really like to think that was a smile on the other girl's face, but it kinda...well...
The other girl's lips stretched wider, and Farica gulped back a laugh.
Oh my, she thought again.
The only way to describe Kady's smile was to liken it to one of those creepy demonic faces in Lucy Hale's Truth or Dare.
Kady's distress turned into concern when the Blackwood twins started coughing and a moment later, everyone else, Farica included, was coughing alongside them.
"Are you guys alright?" she asked anxiously.
Aidan and Thornton could only keep coughing, the only way for both men to keep themselves from laughing over the waitress' failed attempt at smiling.
Kady started wringing her hands. "Should I call 911?"
"It's, ah, fine now," the police chief finally managed to say. "Sorry about that."
"Must be something in the air," his twin said gruffly.
"But if it were the air," Kady ventured uncertainly, "isn't it weird that I was the only one who didn't seem affected?"
"Guess that makes you healthy as a horse," Thornton said.
"Must be the Coloradan in me," Kady joked.
Aidan nearly winced. Unlike most of Hartland's residents, he and the twins, along with the town mayor, were third-generation Wyomingites, and it was galling to have to let the girl's words slide.
"Are you guys sure you're really alright?" Kady was asking.
But since this was the most relaxed he had seen Kady in their presence...
"Just a bit of a headache," Aidan lied.
"Oh no."
There was not a single hint of Kady's usual panicky expression now, and as she fussed over the twins like a mother hen, the other men in the cafe made careful study of the scenario before them.
Good old Aidan, to always find the most peaceful way to resolve things, and in this case, their police chief appeared to have found the best way to stop Kady from fleeing like she usually did whenever any one of them was around.
Having picked up on the twins' strategy, the rest of the guys had no qualms in deliberately adopting a meeker and graver personality when speaking with Kady, and with every 'yes, ma'am,' and 'no, ma'am,' uttered, they were treated with the delightful sight of Kady increasingly brimming with confidence.
By the time Monday rolled in, and Farica had John Lennon's Jealous Guy (aptly, as it would turn out) playing in the background, Kady had finally relaxed enough in their presence to stop bumping into tables whenever any of the local guys popped in.
In rare cases, such as with the incredibly charismatic duo of Ethan, the florist next door, and his close friend, Dr. Ronan Slater, Kady had even gained the ability to speak coherently and smile without looking psychotic, and it was this exact scene that greeted Slade when he arrived back from Laramie.
Exhausted and already short-tempered, Slade could feel his mood turning violent when the first thing he saw upon entering the cafe was how well his Kady was suddenly getting along with other guys.
He had not worked nonstop, nearly going without sleep the entire weekend, just to fucking see Kady fall for another man, goddammit.
Stalking towards her and ignoring the interested looks he was getting from the other locals, Slade only came to a halt one small step away and waited.
After thanking Ethan and Ronan for their orders, Kady turned around and bumped straight into her boss' hard chest.
"Hello, little chick. Miss me?"
A strangled sound escaped Kady, and after throwing him a look of fear, she scrambled away from the billionaire like he had fucking body odor.
Fuck.
Kady managed to trip four times - a goddamn record, the billionaire thought dourly - before finally making it to the kitchen. Even though not a single person in the cafe had spoken, Slade could feel everyone's gazes smirking at him...