Blind Tasting 3 Read Online Free

reality hit her and she blushed. She felt the heat of embarrassment creep into her face when he spoke again.
    “I take it the lady is not that desperate for coffee or she likes to buy it herself.  I wonder which one it is.” He smiled again and it made her go weak at the knees. Snap out of it Becca. He’s a charmer and the town slut. The last thing you want is a man. But damn, a roll-in-the-hay with this cowboy would definitely heal your heart. She smiled.
    “The lady smiles but does not speak. Now I’m really curious.” He tilted his head and waited for an answer.
    Becca laughed. “Oh, I speak and I usually do buy my own coffee.” She didn’t mean to sound so ‘New York’ but her defenses were up. She knew she needed to use her mind and not what the rest of her body wanted.
    “Are you new to Vinegrove?” he asked as he walked toward the take-out counter with her.
    She didn’t look at him, just kept walking. “I am. I just moved from New York.”
    “Ah, that explains it.” He chuckled.
    “Explains what?” This time she turned and looked at him while she waited for her answer.
    “Your beauty.” He winked.
    Becca rolled her eyes, “Well now, aren’t you the charmer?”  Becca didn’t need an answer and was saved by the waitress who asked Becca what she would like. Becca ordered her specialty coffee and was so thankful they could make it for her. She paid the waitress and turned to exit the shop. Chase Tanner stood within inches of her. His manly scent of cologne intrigued her senses. His smile played with her hesitation.
    “May I join you for coffee, ma’am?” His bashful look almost melted her heart but she stood her ground about not wanting a man.
    “Sorry but I have to get to work.” Becca walked around him and straight out the door without a backwards glance. She crossed the street and headed up the hill to the hospital. She felt excited and thrilled about her new life and reminded herself she didn’t need a man to complete it.
    It was so quiet most of the day at the hospital that Becca’s shift seemed to linger on, but she didn’t mind. She’d treated a cute little girl named Melissa who fell off her bike and broke her arm. Becca liked that she had the time to spend with Melissa and make it exciting for her to have a pink cast. It wouldn’t have happened in New York. Melissa reached for the pen in Becca’s lab coat pocket. “Dr. Becca, may I call you Dr. Becca? I like that name.”
    She was so darned cute that Becca couldn’t resist and nodded in agreement. “Thank you. I’d like that.”
    “Dr. Becca, would you sign my cast first?” Melissa handed her the pen with a smile.
    “I’d be honored to.” Becca smiled back and took the pen. She looked at Melissa then looked up at Melissa’s mom. “She’s so sweet.”
    Melissa’s mom smiled and answered, “That she is. She’s my little princess.”
    “A princess with a pink cast,” Melissa added and both women laughed and agreed. Becca was almost sad to see Melissa and her mom leave. They’d been the highlight of her day.
    Becca changed at the end of her shift and her hunger made her realize she didn’t have any food in her kitchen. She’d planned to pick up a few things the day before, but then the fire happened. She saw Denise and asked if there was a grocery shop close by. Denise told her where the only one was. Becca felt happy to learn everything was within walking distance. She figured she’d pick up a few things and take her car into town in a couple of days to get more.
    On her way home, she walked behind a couple hand-in- hand. It made her think of the times Blake held her hand as they walked through Central Park. Thoughts of him only made her think of him and Janet in bed together. A single tear crept down her cheek. She lifted the bag she carried high enough so she could brush the tear away with the back of her hand. When she reached the end of town and noticed the sign, “Que Syrah Syrah,” It made her smile.