Being Jolene
Page 23
“Worst liar ever, Jolene. The worst.” Frustrated, I pushed past by her, swinging the container of tomatoes and not paying attention. Not paying attention in a restaurant is always a bad idea. Always. I had tunnel vision because of my frustrations with Jolene, so as I swung the square, hard plastic container, I didn’t know someone had come from the other direction and was following. Nope, sure didn’t know that when I swung the container back . . . and heard a loud grunting noise. The sound was so close I jumped and gave a little shout as I turned around to see the man with a staring problem leaning over.
“Oh, shit, are you okay?”
He slowly rose up, a pained expression on his face. Even with the grimace, this guy was hot. He was a little over six feet with dark brown hair that was bordering on being shaggy, and his eyes were a stunning moss-green. An image of a forest floor crossed my mind. He was built, but not in the obscene way of a bulky football player, rather as a guy who worked hard and played hard.
“I’m fine, but I never thought I could say I had been hit in the balls with a container of tomatoes.”
My face blushed as red as the tomatoes in my hand. I had no idea that was where I had hit him, and my mind went from noticing how hot he was to being extremely embarrassed.
“I am so sorry. I totally didn’t mean to.”
Hot guy laughed a bit. “I would hope not. Unless that’s how you welcome people here, with vegetables to the balls.”
“Tomatoes are fruit.” Oh yes, I totally said that. Hit a hot man in the balls and then correct him; always a great way to make an impression. I knew at that moment I had a deer in the headlights look. Hearing my name in the window being called for hot food, I briskly turned and walked away, completely avoiding him and the situation.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Caitlin Kerry is obsessed with the stories we tell. Her love of reading and writing led her to accomplish a goal she set for herself at the age of seventeen. She has a degree in History and Political Science and a Masters in Public Administration. Caitlin is an avid tea drinker, hopeful adventurer, lover of music and often finds the best medicine is the quiet of nature.
When Caitlin isn’t writing or reading she usually can be found enjoying the great outdoors with her geologist husband, always looking for the next adventure. She currently resides in Idaho.
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Thank you to the readers who took a chance on my stories. Who loved my characters as much as I do. To Julie and Breanne, you girls are my constant cheerleaders and I don’t know what I would do without you girls! Kari, thank you for such sweet notes on this book! My wonderful editor Taylor, thanks for loving this story and to Ari for my beautiful covers, I am in love with them!
Heather, thank you for being such a wonderful friend. For answering all my questions, for helping me with my blurb, and always talking music with me, I am forever grateful! To Natalie at Love Between the Sheets, thank you for spreading the word of Being Jolene and all the wonderful bloggers for posting your hearts out.
To my mom, you are always my best friend. There will be a day where I write a book with a mom as awesome as you and that will be the day my book is dedicated to you. Thanks to both of my parents for always pushing me towards my dreams, showing me how to laugh through the hard times, and making sure I always know I’m loved.
My DJ, thank you for listening about my characters on countless Sunday morning breakfasts, for always making sure I’m fed, for making me laugh and for exploring the mountains with me this last summer. I love every adventure with you.