Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
“Is the coffee good?”
“Sure.”
“You haven’t touched it,” he chuckles.
“We’re busy,” I reminded him.
“Yeah, okay,” he laughs again and then focuses on the crowd again.
“How come you don’t drink any coffee?”
“My girl is pregnant, so I’m doing a solidarity thing with her.”
“Damn, that sucks about the coffee, but congratulations on the family.”
“Yeah, thanks.” He doesn’t sound so enthusiastic about it. Granted, he is only twenty-one, so I’m sure that it’s not exactly what he had planned, but life is just like that sometimes.
For the next hour plus, we keep our post and I do my best to act professional because I’d hate myself if something should happen, especially to her. God forbid, I’d been so focused on her that someone took a shot at her.
Still, it doesn’t mean that I haven’t stolen several glances her way since it was my job. I hadn’t missed the many times her eyes were lifted my way. In fact, every time I gave her a peek, she’d raise her pretty face my way.
“We have to wait about ten more minutes and then we’ll head down.”
“Of course. After the crowds dissipate, we can go.”
“Yes, do you want to patrol the harvest with me?”
“Yes, I’ll be around for the day before going back to my normal life. It’s great for them to be unaware.”
“So, you didn’t have the balls to actually speak to her?”
“I did, but I was interrupted, so we couldn’t get any real conversation in. I hope to run into her soon.”
“I’m sure you will.” He winks. We monitor the scene, and everything runs smoothly as it comes to an end and the crowds leave. It’s then that my girl takes one final look and heads to a shop down the street with the chairs. About ten minutes later, we pack up and leave. When we make it down, she’s nowhere in sight.
“Damn, bro. If I were you, I’d go patrolling because that’s where she’ll be. I’ll take the perimeter.”
“Thanks.” I head out and make my way to the Harvest on the hunt for Autumn.
Chapter Three
Autumn
“So, are we going to talk about how you couldn’t keep your eyes off the sniper dudes? Don’t get me wrong, from what I could see, they were buff, but damn.”
“Um…I met one of them in the café.” I turned pinker than my jacket, which was easy because the cool fifty-two degrees out was already getting to me. I should have already known since it’s November twenty-third. I love the Harvest Fest currently, but it doesn’t mean it isn’t this early in the day. In about an hour, I’ll be removing my coat and setting it in the car, or we’ll be heading home.
My sister must be feeling the same way too, because she tightens up her scarf and whips out her gloves. “Girl, it’s freezing. I think they lied about the weather.”
“No, Elle. We’ve just been standing in one place too long. We need to get the blood flowing and find some hot goodies to snack on.”
“While we do, why don’t you tell me about the hot sniper dude?”
“Um…there’s not much to tell. Well, I guess a lot happened in a short time, including me running into the fucking harpy from hell, CG.”
“Oh my God. No. Of all the people.”
“Yes, and she tried to make me look terrible in front of him, which I don’t think worked, but he left shortly after that, so who knows?”
“Well, if he let her sway his decision on you, then he’s a fucking cunt.”
“Who’s a fucking cunt?” I close my eyes.
“I’m assuming that would be you, but I might take that back.” My sister is bold as hell and never holds back.
“I hope so. Autumn, I’m sorry I cut our morning short, but duty calls and all. I’m Owen, by the way.”
“This is my sister Elle.”
“I’d say it’s a pleasure, but I’m sure we’d both know I was lying,” he says, sticking his hand out to shake hers.
She lets out a laugh and I’m actually getting a bit jealous of the way they’re getting along. “I think I like you, Owen. So I’ve never seen you in town before; what brings you here?”
“Business, of course, but I’m planning on making Meadow Falls my home,” he says, never taking his eyes off me. I recalled what he said in the café about the fact that I didn’t like it. Was that what he was referring to?
“Would you like to walk with us, or are you still on duty?” my sister asks, doing the work for me. I could give her a high five.
“Walking with Autumn was my plan all along. I can do both since I’m only here in a voluntary capacity.”
“Interesting.”
“Yes, I’m not a tactical officer, but rather a former military specialist.” My sister’s brows raise, but I don’t like the way her eyes linger on him. Is she interested or checking up on him?