The Real Me (How to Tame a Heartbreaker Book 4) by Casey McMillin Read Free Book Online

her stomach when she thought about giving in. Cam didn't know what she was smiling at, but took it as a good sign.
    "Sunday," he said, smiling back at her.
    "What happens Sunday?"
    "We'll go do something."
    "I'll be at church Sunday."
    Cam almost made a face that showed how surprised he was, but managed to stop it before it crossed his face.
    "I'm driving to Clarksville, the town where I grew up , to go to church and see my daddy preach. He's the pastor of a little Baptist church up there and I go up twice a month or so to see my family and have Sunday lunch." She gave him a look of challenge, clearly expecting him to turn tail and run.
    "I'll go watc h your daddy preach if you want," he said.
    She let out a laugh as if it were the most ludicrous thing she'd ever heard , but stopped laughing when she realized he wasn't joking.
    "You're relentless," she said.
    "I think he's sweet," Lindsay said.
    Cam looked over at the waitress. "Thank you. What's your name?"
    "Lindsay."
    "See?" he said, looking at Jax. "Lindsay thinks I'm sweet. I think it must be a sign."
    "I'll be back in town late Sunday afternoon," Jax said cautiously. "Maybe we could have coffee or something at around five."
    "Five on Sunday," Cam said. "It's a date."
    "It's not a date."
    "It sort of is."
    "It's coffee."
    "Fine. I'll call it coffee. But deep down , we both know it's a date."
    " We're calling it coffee."
    "Fine," he said.
    "Where's this coffee date taking place?"
    "I like Common Grounds," she said.
    That was a definite no. Cam had friends that worked there, and he knew he'd be recognized. Going to Common Grounds with a fake beard would definitely be a disaster.
    "How about Café Coco?" he asked.
    "I'm okay with that." She paused for a second staring at the ground as if evaluating whether or not she regretted her decision. "I have to get back to work."
    "I'm not going into Bing's," he said, "so, I should probably make sure you still have my number—you know, just in case you can't make it on Sunday."
    She pulled the notebook out of her apron and turned to the page with his number written on it, flashing it at him as proof. "I actually almost called it this week," she admitted. She said it guiltily as if she thought it would have been a reckless choice.
    "You should have," he said smiling.
    She stared into his blue eyes and cursed herself for being so attracted to him.
    "I guess I'll see you Sunday," she said.
    "Yes you will."

 
    Chapter 6
     
     
    Jax's parents had no idea she was a bartender. She hated lying to them, but she had no choice since the only thing that would result from telling them would be severe disappointment.
    She waited tables her first two years of college and did pretty well, but she made a lot more money bartending. This translated into having to work two nights a week rather than four. The extra time was priceless since she was a conscientious student and very busy with her schoolwork.
    Jax wasn't trying to be a goody two shoes or anything, she just never had interest in partying. As a bartender, she got to experience the whole process from the outside looking in, and she honestly didn't see the appeal. She witnessed girls getting all dressed up and flustered trying to impress guys who spent the evening strategizing on how to get in their pants. It seemed to Jax that a lot of the song and dance could be skipped since both sides seemed to be interested in the same thing, but courtship had been around since forever, and who was she to judge?
    Anyway, she was a good girl who didn't mind taking money for the simple job of bartending. Her shifts went by fast and most of the time she managed to have a little bit of fun too. She could cut down her work shifts to one night a week if she became a stripper. The thought crossed her mind, but ultimately she drew the line at bartending.
    Her parents thought she still waited tables, which hadn't gotten tricky yet. She assumed one day they'd want to com e eat at the restaurant she didn't work at,