Coffee Shop Girl by Katie Cross

Bethany:
This coffee shop is going to kill me.
Sure, it’s my dad’s dream. If he hadn’t died eight months ago, I wouldn’t be here, a college drop out, trying not to drown in debt.
Nor would I be staring into the muddy eyes of a viking-sized man that’s telling me everything I’m doing wrong-as if he knows so much about business in a small mountain town.
Except he does.
And when the biggest, most unexpected surprise of all falls in my lap, I’ll have no choice but to ask for his help.
Time for some power lipstick.

Maverick:
This girl is drowning.
She might have eyes like glacier pools and hair so black it’s glossy, but that doesn’t mean she knows how to run a coffee shop. She’s drowning in more than debt, interest, and credit card payments.
She’ll never make it.
But I kind of want her to.
Because underneath that bright lipstick and those sun dresses is a woman that I have an uncomfortable feeling is about to rock. my. world.