Tate

TATEStepping into Handler’s Hardware shop in the small town of Bourbon Falls, I always know what to expect. I know the place like the back of my hand, including the long-time owners, Bob and Midge.

So when I stumble upon the shop’s new cashier, I’m caught off-guard in the finest way.

Who the hell is she?

I’m stunned; paralyzed; frozen in time staring at the standing grace right in front of me—Laney.

Her little square name tag resting above her rounded breasts can’t hold my attention long as I begin realizing the curves on…oh, cupcake. Just wait until I get my hands on you.

Looks like that new man cave is coming sooner than expected, giving me a reason to visit the shop every day now. Because the moment I see Laney, I know she’s mine.