Monday, February 3, 2014

Blog Tour - Gravity by Shayne McClendon


A funny prickle on the back of Jo’s neck a little after happy hour made her turn and she met Holden’s eyes in his regular booth. Tina gave her a hip bump on the way by.

“Girl, you get him every night. You’re the only one he wants waitin’ on him.”
“I just bet.” With a sigh, Jo headed his direction. “Holden, you can’t ask for me.”

“You’re the only one I want, Jo. I’d like a burger, medium with whatever comes on it, fries, and half a dozen wings. Bud longneck.”

“Got it. You know, you need to stop eating all this fried crap. It isn’t good for your heart. How old are you anyway?” 

She propped one hand on her hip as she waited.

He gave her an exaggerated wince. “Wow…that stung so much more than I thought it would. I’m thirty-three. Far too old for you, I realize.”

“Not if you hadn’t fucked Donna first.” 

This time his wince was real.

 “Honestly, I don’t care about age. I’m just thinking you’re huge…your heart must have to work double time to get the blood from your head to your toes. Eat a salad. They make a great barbeque chicken salad. I’ll even have them put double chicken on it for you.”


She smiled. “Doing what I suggest isn’t getting you laid, Holden. We should be clear.”

Holden leaned on the table. “I know. I should be clear that I’m going to be here a lot until you agree to go out with me.” 

Laughing as she turned to put in his order, she thought he’d get tired of his little game very quickly.

She drastically underestimated his commitment.
Over the next six months, she saw him the three nights she worked every week.
He’d come in just after happy hour and stay until close, walking her home when he realized she never drove her truck to the bar.

At her door, she would turn to him. “It’s not going to work. Go find a girl who’ll appreciate all this attention, Holden.”

“Nope…I’m not giving up.”

“Goodnight then.”

“Goodnight, Jo.”

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