7 LUKEMonday could kiss my lily white…. Especially this Monday.
Starting and finishing the day at Wayne’s wasn’t what I’d planned. First the hose on the truck was crap, and then I had to go back and get a new spark plug for the tractor we used to mow with. On top of that, I’d tried all day not to think about Charlotte. Which was impossible. Sexy little minx kept leaping to the forefront of my mind, distracting me seven ways from Sunday. Today just wasn’t my day, that was for sure.
When Duke suggested we grab a bucket of beers at the Drunk Skunk—Shady Grove’s local watering hole—I’d jumped at the chance to drown my frustrations in something cold. Now I was two beers in, and things were starting to look up.
“Here’s to giving Wayne way more money than he deserves,” Duke said, holding up hi
