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Dean would lead to training and hiring a six-truck fleet! And they were still too busy to handle all of the calls from Cricket Creek and the surrounding areas.
    Avery took the front steps two at a time and unlocked the heavy front door he’d recently painted a deep shade of green. He smiled at the lemon scent of furniture polish that hung in the air. Because of the long hours, he’d recently hired a maid service to keep the house clean and his laundry washed. Having grown up doing chores around the house with his sister, Avery felt a little bit guilty at what his father very vocally considered an extravagance, but to Avery, the expense was worth being able to come home from work to a spotless house every night.
    After a quick shower, Avery towel-dried his hair thinking he needed a trim. Having always detested his curls, he’d usually opted for a close-cropped style, but remembered Sophia saying that she likes it longer. Nibbling on the inside of his lip, he peered at his reflection in the oval mirror above the pedestal sink. After a moment he shrugged. Hey, if Sophia liked it . . . but then shook his head. Doing things just because a girl liked it could lead into dangerous territory. While he might be over Ashley, opening his fool heart to that kind of pain again was going to take a long-ass time . . . like maybe never.
    He decided on a button-down Western-cut blue shirt instead of the usual T-shirt he would have worn and tugged on his best pair of Wranglers and cowboy boots. After a splash of spicy aftershave, he looked at his favorite University of Kentucky baseball cap but decided not to wear it. Grabbing his phone and his keys, he clattered down the hardwood steps stopping to put on his Carhartt jacket, and hurried out the door.
    Avery turned on a country music channel and sang “Friends in Low Places” along with Garth Brooks. Music was his go-to stress reliever. Ah damn, he missed karaoke nights! But he pushed the thought away, not wanting his hard-won good mood to evaporate.
    When he pulled into the packed parking lot ofSully’s, Avery thought that the honky-tonk seemed crowded for a Wednesday night, but then again, he hadn’t been out in ages so this might be typical. “Gotta get out more often,” he muttered as he drove around.
    Finally finding a vacant spot, Avery killed the engine, but after he hopped down from his truck, he stood there for a moment. He was going to see Sophia. He could try to deny it, but the thought made him undeniably happy. When caution reared its ugly head, he squashed it.
This isn’t serious,
he told himself.
I can at least allow myself to enjoy her company. No harm in that, right?
    And he was actually kind of . . .
nervous
.
    A slow grin spread across his face as he started walking toward the entrance. His breath blew smoke into the cold night air and gravel crunched beneath the heels of his boots. This was a good kind of nervous energy and he found himself whistling softly.
    The old school neon lights blinked a friendly honky-tonk welcome. When he opened the door laughter and music slid toward him, drawing him in. The sharp scent of Buffalo wings, French fries, and tap beer made his mouth water.
    Yeah, it had been way too long since he’d been to Sully’s.
    Turning, Avery unbuttoned his jacket and hung it on one of the hooks lining the back wall. But he reminded himself that this wasn’t a date and that it was actually Carrie Ann who had invited him. Still, coming out to spend time with Sophia sent a jolt of excitement racing through his veins. Avery hadn’t felt this carefree in a long time and he had to admit that it felt pretty damned awesome.
    Avery scanned the bar hoping to spot Carrie Ann’s big red hair over the crowd but came up empty. The thought hit him that perhaps they’d decided not to come, but before he could explore the room more, acold longneck was pressed into his hand. Avery turned