Tequila Rose (Tequila Rose #1) Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Tequila Rose Series by W. Winters
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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 53629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
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Shoving my hands into my jean pockets, and listening to the slow traffic running down the street, I pay close attention to this old street that used to be Main Street according to the details on the listing.

Our bar, assuming all goes well, is right next door to an art gallery. Next to that is an event space used mostly for weddings, along with school and corporate events. At the other end of the block is a funeral home.

Whether due to tragedy or celebration, people always need a spot to drink and this is the perfect location for a bar.

The sound of a circular saw reverberates through the place as Griffin and I enter the wide wooden door with iron details. That door was the first thing I bought for this place. Before we even had an address or knew we’d be in this town. That door is what I want everyone to see. It’s smoked and worn down. A showpiece of what I want to feel like a modern Irish pub. We’ve got a simple design for the bar laid out, but we’ve still got to put those finishing touches on everything that will make it the vision I’ve had in my head for years.

Griffin and I talk with the contractor and a couple of carpenters about next week’s work.

Since he’s local, sun-kissed and has that southern twang with a constant charming smile, Griffin blends right in. I, on the other hand, look and sound like a Yankee, or so I’ve been told. I can’t count the number of times I’ve been asked, “What brought you down here?” in the week I’ve been here.

As Griffin and I review the plans on the only installed booth with the smell of fresh paint and sawdust all around us, he stops in the middle of his sentence.

“You okay?”

I meet his gaze. “I’m fine. Just imagining this bar filled, with a TV right there,” I say and gesture to the far corner. “A college game on and this whole town in here, drinking our beer while they cheer on the home team.”

Griffin comically mimics a roar of cheers and a huff of a laugh leaves me.

“Everything’s coming together,” I say then raise an imaginary glass and click my tongue when he pretends to clink his imaginary glass against mine.

“Missed you, bro,” he tells me with a grin.

Nodding, I tell him that I’m glad I’m here with him. Glad isn’t the right word, though. I can’t shake this feeling that’s come over me since I got here. I don’t think I like it. But part of me is excited as all hell by it.

It’s just nerves. That’s all this is. I’m sure of it.

We head outside with the intention of checking out our competition in town, a.k.a. having a few beers around town, and lean on my truck for a few moments, taking advantage of the fresh air and catching some late afternoon rays of sun.

The sound of keys jingling approaches up the sidewalk, and next thing I know a gorgeous woman, petite with long blond hair, walks by us, then waits on the corner for the light to change so she can cross the street.

Griffin is saying something but his voice turns into background noise, my eyes drawn to her like she said my name even though I know she didn’t.

The hair on the back of my neck stands up, and an eerie feeling of déjà vu comes over me.

Long strands of blond hair cascade down her back. She wears a pastel floral skirt along with a simple cream tank top to match. I don’t recognize her as anyone I’ve run into since I’ve been in this town, but I feel like I know her.

The light changes and as I watch her cross the street, something stirs from within me. Despite the fact that I didn’t get the closest look, the prick of familiarity with her is so strong.

“You ever see that girl before?” I blurt out, interrupting Griffin as I tip my chin in her direction. It’s a small town. He told me once that everyone knows everyone.

He turns his head to get a good look at her and his brow furrows. “Yeah, sure. She’s a few years younger than me, I think. My uncle knew her family, or at least he knew her father. Pretty sure everyone did. Magnolia Williamson.”

“Magnolia,” I say, repeating her name so I can ease my voice over the softly spoken syllables. I don’t remember ever meeting a Magnolia. She disappears out of my line of sight and I turn my attention back to Griffin. “I don’t know anyone named Magnolia, but she seems familiar.”

“Her father ran some faulty investment scheme that went downhill. He lost a lot of money for a lot of people. Then the asshole went and died a few years ago and left her to pick up the pieces. Gum?”


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