Cracklin' Rosie
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Rosie loves food. She loves serving it in her small town diner and writing about it in her blog. Her life is full, happy, and uncomplicated, until a large tree limb crashes through her house roof during a storm, and sexy roofer Decker and his tool belt become a tempting complication. Rosie’s not used to being vulnerable, so the idea of Decker behind her with a strip of leather in his hand shouldn’t be turning her on as much as it is.
Decker’s not put off by the prickly woman whose roof he’s fixing. In fact, the more prickly she gets, the more he wants her and turns on the charm. After a few hotter-than-hot kisses, Decker is more than willing to give her every red stripe she’s begging for. Now and forever.
Each book in the Blue Jeans and Hard Hats series is a standalone story that can be enjoyed in any order.
Series order:
Book #1: Sweet Caroline
Book #2: Cracklin’ Rosie
Book #3: Forever in Blue Jeans
Lissa Matthews
Coffee drinker extraordinaire, author Lissa Matthews lives and writes in North Carolina. When not at the keyboard with blue collar bad boys, race car drivers, cowboys, shifters, or pretty much any other hero that tickles her fancy, she can be found reading in the backyard on her swing, in the kitchen trying a new recipe she found on Pinterest, watching sports and movies with her family, or perfecting her nap ninja skills.
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Cracklin' Rosie - Lissa Matthews
Cracklin’ Rosie
a Blue Jeans & Hard Hats novella
Lissa Matthews
Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
About the Author
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2010 by Lissa Matthews. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.
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Select Contemporary is an imprint of Entangled Publishing, LLC.
Edited by Bethany Morgan
Cover design by Fiona Jayde
Cover art from iStock
ISBN 978-1-64063-240-0
Manufactured in the United States of America
First Edition October 2010
Rerelease August 2017
To Fallon, for the many long discussions, unwavering support and hard truths she has been more than willing to give. And to Cecile, her love for Buck brought us together, brought me many new readers, and I can’t think of a more amazing friend to share Decker with.
Chapter One
Rose!
Decker pulled up alongside her and called out her name through the open window. When she didn’t acknowledge him or his beat up work truck, he called out again. Rose!
She finally turned, pulled the bright green earbuds from her ears, and cocked her hip out to the side with her hands on her waist. The name is Rosie. Not Rose. R. O. S. I. E. Rosie. Now, you try it.
She gestured toward him, and he grinned. She hated being called Rose. He didn’t think there was a real reason why, but after a few days he’d learned that she wasn’t going to respond to anything with any kind of delicious heat unless he called her Rosie. Rosie. Better?
She grinned back. His dick hardened, and his heart melted. He wasn’t sure what it was about the curvy, pint-sized waitress that turned him on, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her, wanting her and damn when the roofing job was done, he was going to figure out her weakness and get her into bed with him.
Yes, better. What do you want, Decker? I’m on my way to work and don’t want to be late. Besides, you’re blocking traffic.
Decker laughed and shook his head. There was no traffic in the small town at this ungodly hour of the morning because everyone was either still asleep or having a nice leisurely breakfast down at the diner. I stopped to see if you’d like a ride to work.
It’s only about a half mile down the road. I think I can make it. Thanks. And you’re going in the wrong direction anyway.
She started walking again, summarily dismissing him. He drove up to the next street and turned around. When he pulled up alongside her again, she didn’t wait until he’d shouted her name to look at him. She kept walking though.
The way her peach-colored dress pulled across her hips and ass when she walked did nothing to sway his libido in any direction other than the current where’s-the-nearest-flat-surface one. The bodice hugged her breasts in just the right way, not too tight, not too loose, but dear Lord in heaven she had a beautiful pair. He hadn’t seen them naked yet, but he had a pretty good imagination and it told him that she’d overflow his hands and respond so well to the teasing tip of his tongue.
She had pretty, blemish free skin, save for the few freckles dotting her nose and cheeks. She walked to work every day, too, and had strong-looking legs. She wasn’t thin, slender or skinny. She had too many curves for that, which suited him just fine. He didn’t go for the rail thin, magazine-size women. Never had and it was too bad that L.A. was all about skinny and bikini and boy hips. He didn’t go for the centerfold type either. He’d always been partial to real women that took care of themselves but weren’t afraid to indulge in real food and that had a little extra flesh. It marked up so well to his spankings, floggings, whippings. They could take a real good fucking, too, and he wasn’t afraid he’d break them in half. Oh yeah, Miss Rosie was perfect for him. He just had to convince her of that.
Why are you following me? Aren’t you supposed to be working on my house?
She was still walking but had looked in his direction as she spoke. I’m not following you. I’m walking you to work. Sort of.
Cute. You don’t have to. I can make it there on my own.
I know, but I wanted to. What’s wrong with that? Ever hear of something called chivalry? Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?
No, why?
Was that a blush he saw coloring her cheeks? You seem a little grumpy.
Oh. Well, I’m not grumpy. I just don’t like to talk in the mornings.
You’re in the wrong line of work then, aren’t you? Don’t you have to talk to people?
That’s different. I prefer not talking to anyone on my way to work.
Kind of like your alone time? Gearing up for the day ahead?
Exactly.
Her face brightened in the early morning sun. That’s exactly what it’s like. Thanks for understanding. Now, go away.
Afraid I can’t do that. We’re too close to the diner, and I’m suddenly famished. I need a good breakfast before I start my day. As they say, breakfast is the most important meal.
She stopped then, and he put on the brakes. He was a little surprised when she pulled open the door and climbed up into the cab of the truck. She slammed the door and stared straight ahead with her arms crossed over her chest. Fine. Take me to work so I can get you some food and then you can get me a roof.
Decker grinned again. Hell, he’d been grinning since he woke up and realized the hard-on he was sporting was all because of her. Then, he spotted her walking this morning and knew he was in danger of that grin being a permanent fixture on his face He couldn’t remember another woman with that effect on him. Ever.
Rosie was special.
When Buck, one of his best friends, contacted him about a roofing job and new business opportunity, Decker had packed his gear, grabbed the keys to his truck and headed out. He didn’t stay in one place very long, liked travel, liked seeing different parts of the country and Buck’s call had come at just the right time.
During the last storm, a branch had dropped from a tree outside Rosie’s little cabin and straight through the roof into the kitchen, leaving a large gaping hole.
He was replacing the old shingled roof with a beautiful red metal one. The red would stand out against the green mountain countryside the cabin was nestled in. Surrounded by trees, the dark worn wood would take on a whole new life with the red.
I think I know what the problem is,
he said quietly.
What the problem is with what?
You.
She turned her head sharply in his direction. Dark auburn tendrils of hair framed her face while the rest was pulled back in a ponytail that hung against the top of her dress collar. He rarely saw her without her hair up or pulled back, but then he rarely saw her anywhere other than the diner.
He’d been in town for two weeks and had taken to her like a fish to water. He was hooked and wasn’t afraid to admit it.
Me? What the hell are you talking about?
The problem is that you want me. You’re trying to deny it, trying to fight it. It’s making you really grumpy.
She dipped her head, looked up at him from under her lashes and over the bronze metal frame of her glasses. I want you?
Yes.
If I wanted you, shouldn’t it make me happy rather than grumpy?
Decker shook his head and pulled into the diner drive, parking in a spot directly in front of the door. He shifted in his seat to look at her, hooking his arm over the steering wheel. Not if you don’t want to want me. Which, I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t. I mean, I’m rather amazing.
He puffed out his chest and tilted his head in profile like the kings of old he’d seen painted in portraits. The next thing he heard was the slamming of the truck door for the second time that morning. Rosie stood on the ground, scowling and trying to fight a laugh. Her lips were quivering, and her beautiful eyes were crinkled at the corners. He drove her crazy and he liked it, was proud of it, but after two weeks of her fighting the heat and attraction between them, the time had come to make some forward progress.
"Well, let me put your mind at ease before you hurt yourself preening like a peacock. I do want you. I want you so much I can’t sleep at night because when I do manage a little of it, I dream about you. It’s driving me nuts. You—, she pointed a finger at him,
—are driving me nuts."
He sat there stunned and speechless, nothing coherent forming in his mind beyond the admission that she wanted him. Her words played over and over in his head as he stared at her, mute.
I’m going inside now. When you’ve gotten your wits about you again, come on in and I’ll get you some food so you can go work on my house and get the hell out of my life. Okay?
She turned on her heel and walked up the concrete steps, flung open the glass door, and went through, out of sight. She wanted him. She’d said so and even though he’d already known it, her admitting it…well there were no sweeter words at the moment.
She said she dreamed about him too.
Holy shit.
Of course, then she’d said she wanted him out of her life. No way, no how. Not after that confession, no matter how grudgingly given. She was stuck with his happy ass now.
He pulled the keys from the ignition and got out of the truck. She thought she was going to get rid of him. Decker laughed. She hadn’t seen the glint in her own eyes. She hadn’t seen the way she looked at him, the way she let her gaze wander over him every time they saw one another. She would see it though. He’d make sure of it.
…
The bell chimed above the door and out of the corner of her eye, Rosie saw the bane of her existence walk through. Though bane was a really harsh word and not at all accurate. He was more or less every bit of her fantasy life. He took a seat at the far end of the counter, straddling the barstool, and all she could think about was straddling him. She didn’t want to serve him breakfast and coffee. She wanted to serve him herself, on a platter, in a bed or in the bed of his truck. She didn’t care where or when or how…she just wanted him.
And she didn’t know how to handle it. She hid behind her snark and sarcasm because it kept her safe, kept the locals and those just passing through at a distance unable to see the