Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
There were multiple games, some of them Christmas themed, that you saw at regular fairs, but the stands had been changed. Lots of food and alcohol were on display. There were also small stalls for homemade trinkets.
The town was buzzing. Festive music was in full swing.
“Wow,” he said.
Cathy giggled. “It’s a lot to take in. I tend to start from one side and work my way up, and then back down. Trust me, it is so easy to get distracted.”
At the very first stand, festive hot dogs were on offer, and he was more than happy to sign up for the cranberry ketchup. He bought them both a hot dog, and then they made their way up the first side of the fair.
Every now and then, he stopped to buy a few items for the guys, a little something for Willow, and Rebel. Something for the bar. He then bought himself and Cathy a large cookie with festive sprinkles all over. They got to the end of the row and the scent of chestnuts was overpowering. Brick bought them some chestnuts.
Each time he pulled out his wallet, Cathy offered to pay, and each time she did, he turned her down. There was no way his woman was paying for a damn thing. This was all on him.
Just as they were making their way down the other side and toward the end, he got the opportunity to win Cathy a large teddy bear. It was a shooting game, aiming the water at Scrooge’s mouth. The cocky little shit manning the stand didn’t know who he was dealing with.
Throughout it all, he loved that he got Cathy to laugh. Of course, she won the biggest prize, and he was more than happy to carry it.
They’d been at the festival for over two hours, and now it was time to leave. Not once had they encountered her parents, which pissed him off. He was more than happy to give them a taste of their own medicine.
“Now, that was fun. Is it odd that I suddenly feel like getting back to your place, unloading all of this, and starting my wrapping? I fucking hate wrapping. This is why I don’t get gifts.”
She burst out laughing. “You don’t like to wrap?”
“Hell, no. What is the point in wrapping a gift with paper, when Christmas morning, it’s going to be torn off? Have you ever spent time looking over your wrapped gift, thinking, ‘oh, look at how beautiful and delicate that wrapping is.’”
He loved her laugh and the slight chuckle to her voice as she responded.
“Now that you mention it, no, I don’t. I never even thought of it, but you’re right.”
“I bet this is why they invented gift bags. You just slip that gift right inside and don’t even have to worry about a fucking thing. It’s ace. Shit, when does the gift bag shop open?”
“Tomorrow—”
“Cathy Newman! It is about time you decided to show up.”
At the high-pitched sound, Brick looked toward that general direction in time to see two older people, as well as Tiffany, and there was also a guy dressed in what appeared to be a very expensive coat.
Tiffany looked smug.
The guy looked bored and a little uncomfortable.
Her parents looked pissed off.
Brick looked at Tiffany, and she had not seen him immediately, but when she did, she paled. Clearly, she didn’t expect Cathy to have backup.
“Mom, Dad,” Cathy said.
“Ah, so here are your parents,” Brick said.
They had their hands full, and rather than look like idiots at the fair, they’d decided to wait for Cathy right outside her home. Bastards!
“I wondered when I was going to meet you,” Brick said, looking from the mother to the father. “I mean, once Tiffany came, trying to talk shit to Cathy, she did warn me that the tale would get turned.” He tutted. “I better warn you to expect an invoice from Cathy as well for that engagement party. You know, the one she paid for, organized, and was kicked out of.”
He looked at them, and then he turned to the guy that had dumped Cathy, and he simply shook his head.
“What the fuck, dude?” he asked. “You would seriously pass this treasure for a two-bit whore?”
The gasps were audible.
“What’s the matter? The truth hurts?” Brick asked and snorted. “You want to tell them, or should I?” He looked at Tiffany. “Your precious older daughter decided to pay me a visit today.” He turned to look at Cathy. “The call I got this morning was down to an emergency, because your sister decided to show up at the clubhouse at the back of Storm’s Bar. She demanded to see me and wouldn’t leave. Threatened to call the cops and accuse the brothers of rape. Don’t even try to lie, we’ve got it all caught on tape. Anyway, I went to see what the trouble was, and your dear, darling daughter decided she wanted to fuck her sister’s man. You see, I do belong to her sister.” He tutted. “Like I told her, I don’t mess with nasty pussy, and besides, I’m claimed by her sister now, and this is not going to happen.”