Wilde About Her (Wilde Pack Series)By: Angie Daniels
~The Wilde Wolf Pack Series~
As Denim entered the town of Justice, Texas, she slowed her VW Bug to a crawl. A fifteen miles an hour speed limit. Really? This wasn’t at all how she’d planned to spend her summer. Not even close.
Welcome to Justice, home of the best iced tea in all of Texas.
She scowled at the large billboard up ahead. The place was so small, if you blinked, you’d miss it. The mayor had come up with the ridiculous idea to put up a sign large enough for everyone to see. Luckily, Justice was so close to the interstate, it drew thousands of visitors, mostly passing through.
It’s a nice place to visit, but you wouldn’t want to live there.
The sun was beginning to set and had bathed the shabby town in orange and brown. Denim released a frustrated sigh. The colors were just as bland and boring as the summer ahead. After graduation, her college roommate had headed off to Mexico to stay in a rented hacienda, while she was going to be stuck in Dullsville USA. Nothing exciting ever happened in this town. Denim would know. Every summer, until her thirteenth birthday, she had come to Justice to stay with her grandparents.
She traveled down First Street with its small stores displaying fashions that had gone out of style three seasons ago. Shopping… real shopping… was hanging out at Macy’s with her girlfriends and afterwards dining at The Cheesecake Factory before returning to campus to hang out or study at the coffee shop. But senior year was now over. Last week she’d graduated with a degree in hotel and restaurant management. Stupid her, had declined an internship with a Fortune 500 corporation because that would have meant being away from her boyfriend.
But how was she to have known her life was going to take a soaring nosedive? She was supposed to be in New York with her boyfriend Asher, who had landed a super awesome job with one of the top advertising agencies in the country. They had plans to rent an apartment in one of those trendy, high-rise buildings in Manhattan. Denim would have eventually landed a fabulous job managing a restaurant, then busted her ass taking it to the next level. It was supposed to be Asher and Denim against the world, with their lives mapped out for the next five years, and yet she was back in the last place she thought she’d ever be.
She pulled into the parking lot of Pappy’s Diner, shut off the engine and just sat there, and thought about Asher and how amazing their relationship had been before she caught him in bed with another girl. And not just any girl. Her so-called best friend. Kimberly.
The jokes on you, Denim!
Hell, there was no telling how long the relationship had been going on. She shivered as the horror of that day slithered through her mind. The only reason she had even found out was because she had gotten off early from her job at the movie theatre and had gone directly to the fraternity house to surprise Asher. Instead, Denim got the biggest surprise of her life!
The two had even the audacity to text and try to apologize.
Denim, I’m sorry.
Babe, it just happened.
Yeah, right. Her boyfriend tripped on an area rug and fell between her best friend’s legs.
Every time Denim thought about it, she got pissed all over again. Kimberly had been smiling in her face while sneaking around behind her back. Denim had given both a piece of her mind, then avoided them while she finished the last few weeks of school. By then bags were packed and her VW loaded before she’d even completed her last exam. The worst part was she and Kimberly were both from Tulsa, so that meant going home to her parents for the summer and risking the chance of running into her, or even worse, running into them. There was no way in hell she could have stomached that, so when Mother told her Pappy really needed her help and asked would she be interested in coming down for the summer, Denim jumped at the chance of getting away from them and her mother’s probing questions.
So here she was, back in Justice. No more Asher. No more Kimberly. No more self-pity.
The Texas heat hit her like a furnace the second she opened the car door. Clearly, the humidity was going to be hell on her long, wavy hair. She stepped out in a black and white striped dress and strappy high-heels. Not a good choice for the gravel parking lot, but there was no way she was spending her entire summer, sporting sneakers and flats.
After shutting the door, she stared over at the dingy, red building in front of her. Pappy’s Diner. Today’s special had been scribbled on the storefront window. Mouthwatering southern fried steak.
Denim drew another sigh. It was too late to change her mind. She was already there, so there was no point in complaining now.
She swung a blue Prada purse over her shoulder and was taking slow, cautious steps—so she wouldn’t fall flat on her ass—when she heard someone calling her.