Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“Let me go grab my hat and gloves. I can drive if we all want to go together.”
Ensley smirked. “I’ll drive. My truck has four-wheel drive, and I’ve driven with you before, Lilibeth.”
When I came back out into the living room, I frowned. “What’s wrong with my driving?”
Moreen and Ensley exchanged looks before Moreen cleared her throat. “Nothing. But you kind of drive slow. Especially if there’s snow on the road.”
My mouth fell open. “Because there’s snow on the road!”
“I’m driving,” Ensley repeated, opening the door. “We can argue about your skills on the way there. I’m starving, and really craving a chicken gyro.”
The drive into Granby didn’t take long, and thanks to Moreen looking up the menu for The Greek Bar on her phone, we all knew what we were getting before we even got there.
“See, if you’d driven, we would have missed happy hour,” Ensley pointed out, pulling her scarf off her neck and smiling at the handsome guy who greeted us.
“Welcome to The Greek Bar. Do you have reservations?”
“We don’t,” Ensley said, with what could only be described as a pouty smile.
The guy was instantly butter in her hands. Her dirty-blonde hair was in a braided pony, and her blue eyes sparkled as she batted them at the poor guy. He didn’t stand a chance.
“No worries. I can seat you right now. Just the three of you?”
“Just us,” Ensley replied with a brilliant smile. Okay, what was it about the Wildes and their ability to charm anyone?
“I’m Dimitris Karas, one of the owners.”
“Nice to meet you, Dimitris,” Ensley replied, as we followed him into the restaurant.
“Who’s the other owner?” I asked.
“My brother,” he replied, with a smile that made him look even more handsome than before.
Moreen grabbed my arm. “My God, is it just me and my lack of sex, or is this guy the definition of a Greek god?”
I chuckled. “It’s not just you. I’m pretty sure Ensley is about to drag him out back and have her way with him.”
Moreen huffed. “Not if I get to him first.”
Dimitris stopped at a four-top table and motioned for us to sit. After taking off my coat, I hung it off my chair and let Dimitris pull out my seat.
“Thank you.”
“What do you recommend for starters, Dimitris?” Ensley asked, even though we’d all picked out what we wanted to eat on the drive over.
He offered a brilliant smile. “Our spinach and cheese pies, or maybe the Santorini trio and pita.”
“Those both sound amazing,” Moreen replied, as she looked at the menu Dimitris handed her.
Ensley added, “Oh, can we add on some mozzarella sticks?”
When Dimitris glanced at me, I smiled. “Nothing to add for me. Those sound really good.”
We gave him our drink orders before he left to put in our appetizers. Ensley and Moreen both ordered an alcoholic drink, and I went with iced tea.
“This place is cute,” Moreen said, as she glanced around.
Ensley put her menu down and asked, “Okay, what did everyone say they were getting in the truck?”
“I’m getting the lamb gyro,” Moreen said.
My stomach roiled, and I pressed on it with my hand. “Oh man, why does that instantly make me feel like I want to get sick?”
Ensley frowned. “Maybe the idea of lamb?”
I nodded and looked back down at the menu. “Maybe I’ll do the vegetarian plate instead.”
“What? Lilibeth, you cannot order that! We’re at a Greek restaurant. Get something…Greek!”
Laughing, I replied, “Ensley, I am getting something Greek. It’s literally on their menu. I just don’t think I can stomach meat right now. My stomach feels uneasy.”
“I’m sorry I mentioned lamb. I can get the chicken.”
I waved off Moreen’s concern. “No. Don’t do that. Get what you want, please. I’ve had a stomach bug the last few days that I can’t seem to shake.”
Dimitris brought out drinks and took our orders. Ensley and Moreen quickly fell into a conversation about someone they both knew from high school who’d recently moved back to River Falls. I sipped my iced tea and glanced around the restaurant—and froze when I saw Caden. He was with a woman who appeared to be older than him, but not by much, and they were both laughing at something one of them had said.
“Lilibeth? What’s wrong?”
Ensley’s voice pulled my eyes off of Caden and the woman, and I forced a smile. “Nothing. Nothing at all. I was just surprised to see Caden here.”
Whipping her head in the direction where I’d just been staring, Ensley asked, “Caden’s here?”
Moreen turned around, and I wanted to dig a hole and crawl into it. Now they were both staring over at Caden and his date.
His date.
I didn’t want that to bother me as much as it was, and I tried like hell to push the feeling of jealousy away.
“Guys, don’t stare!” I hissed, slapping Moreen on the arm. “He’s on a date!”