Kiss and Make Up (Bachelors of Buttermilk #3) Read Online Free

had driven him crazy all his life, but deep down he knew those feelings were something else entirely. A skinny, broody Josh never had a chance with the high school beauty queen.
    And he had to remind himself that grown-up Caitlin was just as much of a bitch. She’d insulted him for the last time last summer, and he’d vowed while downing a gin and tonic at the Buttermilk Tavern that he was done fantasizing about her. He’d go back to his life in Manhattan, screw a cute colleague or two, and forget Caitlin existed.
    Just when he vowed never to think of her silky brown hair or her long, sexy legs ever again, those limbs walked up to the bar, and two hours later were wrapped around him.
    Caitlin had looked so hurt and dejected that night. He hadn’t meant for things to escalate as far as they did, but as soon as he breathed in her sweet vanilla scent, there was no way he wasn’t going to take the shot he’d always wanted to take.
    Still holding the picture, he walked over to his window and his gaze fell fifty floors to the sea of yellow cabs below. That infamous night, Caitlin had suggested they take a taxi to her place. Jumping off the barstool and accepting that invitation had changed his life.
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    J osh slid onto the barstool and ordered a gin and tonic, fixing his gaze on the television screen in the upper right-hand corner. It was only Tuesday and he’d needed a stiff drink—maybe two. Why he’d agreed to come home for an entire week was beyond him. He hated this backwater town.
    His life was in New York City, not Buttermilk Falls. Any summer vacations should involve a yacht off the Hamptons, not hanging out with his parents and sister. Not that he didn’t love his family, but a long weekend was plenty of time.
    And yet short enough not to run into Caitlin Reynolds.
    “A shot of tequila, please, and keep them coming.” The request came from the last voice he’d expected to hear.
    He glanced over to see Caitlin pull out the stool next to him and sit down in a huff. Not the woman he thought would be sitting next to him, not after their run-in this afternoon that led to typical cheap shots between them even after all these years and had put him in this bad mood. “Look, I really don’t want to do this again, Caitlin.”
    “Good. Neither do I.” She slapped her purse down on the counter. “I’m just here for a drink.”
    “Free country.” He slid his stool back and hopped off. “Good evening.”
    “It is for your sister,” she scoffed.
    “What?”
    “Never mind.”
    “Suit yourself.” He really didn’t need her drama. He reached for his wallet in his back pocket.
    The bartender set down Caitlin’s shot. With one quick flick of her wrist, she downed it and requested two more.
    Josh studied the hot mess in front of him. She’d obviously been crying from the look of her puffy, red eyes. He knew he’d regret this next move tomorrow, but he sat back down and set his wallet on the bar. “Want to talk about it?”
    “No.” She waved her shot glass in the air. “No, I don’t. Drink with me.”
    Minutes later, Josh had joined her in a series of shots and, in between, learned how his sister was responsible for Caitlin’s quest to get inebriated. Apparently, Caitlin had caught some guy who’d recently dumped her kissing Abby earlier in the evening.
    A few more shots later, a tipsy Caitlin leaned in. “Can I ask you a question?” She batted her eyelashes.
    Josh gulped. The last time she’d been this close he was seventeen, and she had hauled off and slapped him on the football field. She’d come up to him while all her cheerleading friends sat in front of the full bleachers snickering and pointing. He assumed she was coming over to deliver one of her infamous insults and he’d beat her to it, saying she’d be washed up one day. In hindsight, he’d probably deserved that slap.
    “Why do you hate me, Joshua?” She draped her arm around him, while rubbing his thigh with her free hand. “Am I