Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 143382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
“Get over it,” he murmured while moving to my fridge.
Hold on part three.
“How did you know where I was last night?” I demanded. “Precisely where I was.”
No hesitation, he answered, “Like I said, we’ve been through this before. We aren’t fucking around since it’s happening again. So we got trackers on all your cars.”
At this information, I waited for my head to explode.
When it didn’t…
“Turner—” I began to tell him to get the hell out of my apartment.
“Right. I get it. You got a breast,” he muttered into the fridge. “Still gonna take longer than an hour.”
“Turner!” I snapped.
He straightened out of my refrigerator and turned to me.
With bad timing, his hot-guyness in my kitchen made its reality known, and since his hot-guyness was off the scales hot, I got flummoxed.
Me.
Jessica Rose Wylde…flummoxed.
That said, he had great hair. So black (my favorite non-color), it seemed unreal. It was also thick and had a lot of wave. He wore it longish and it curled around his ears in a way I could write an entire sub-chapter for the unrequited crush section of the Official Crushing on A Guy Handbook about how to cope with curbing your desire to touch something on a man you were crazy about, who was not crazy about you.
I never understood the concept of bedroom eyes, but the fathomless laziness of his inky black gaze sure as hell defined it for me.
Not to mention, his shoulders were very broad, so everything he wore hung on him just right. And today, that was a pitch-black thermal that hugged his shoulders and biceps and pecs so lovingly, I was jealous…of a shirt.
To put a fine point on it, there was a lot to be flummoxed about.
Before I could recover, something I didn’t know how to do because I’d never in my life been in that state, there was a knock on the door.
I was still attempting recovery, so Eric sauntered out from around the kitchen bar and went to the door.
His sauntering was detrimental to my recovery, as was the way his jeans highlighted his fantastic ass and thick thighs, so I was still standing there speechless when he opened it.
“Whoa!” I heard cried. Then, shyly, “Uh…hi.”
“Hey,” Eric replied.
Alexis, one of the Oasis tenants, and a particular friend to my crew, looked around Eric, saw me and exclaimed, “Oh my God, Jessie! I’m so glad you’re home. No one’s home!”
She rushed in.
I was still unable to move.
“Please tell me you have flour. I ran out of flour,” she babbled. “And Jacob’s family and my family are all here…together…our first holiday…together…and it’s super important it goes without a hitch…and I ran out of flour.”
I did not have flour.
In fact, since flour was not required in the mixing of any alcoholic beverage known to man, I’d never actually used flour.
“How much do you need?” Eric asked.
“At least a cup, two if you can spare it,” Alexis told him.
He went to the kitchen, commandeered a paper-covered brick and started folding open the top.
“We’re having apple crumble for dessert, so yeah, I can give you two cups,” he told Alexis.
“You’re a star,” Alexis gushed.
But hang on.
Apple crumble?
Like that stuff with cinnamony apples covered in gooey, sugary, buttery topping?
We were having that?
“Soooooooooo…” Alexis drew that out, her eyes pinging between me and Eric after she gave him a Stasher for the flour and while he was opening and closing drawers in my kitchen looking for something.
I pulled my shit tight and said, “Right on. First holiday with the joined fams.”
Alexis and Jacob were a newish couple.
However new, they were way into each other. Practically joined at the hip when in public. And if Oasis gossip was true, literally joined in other ways when they weren’t.
Alexis’s eyes settled on me. “Jacob’s mom is really sweet. His dad is just like him, so obviously, he’s awesome. My mom is being a pill, but she’s always a pill, so I warned Jacob about that beforehand. And my dad is acting like he always acts with my boyfriends. Like Jacob isn’t royalty, prince of someplace or other, so he’s not good enough for me. I warned Jacob about that too, but it’s still making the day not so fun.”
Yikes.
“Will your dad come around?” I asked.
“I don’t care,” she said in a surly tone that was very un-Alexis. “Jacob is everything. I’m the one who’s sleeping with him. I’m the one who wakes up beside him. It’s my choice who I do that with, Dad doesn’t get a vote.”
“Speak your truth, sister,” I encouraged.
She shot me a nervous smile, which told me she’d spoken her truth, but she was still freaked out about what was happening with her family.
Poor Alexis.
“It’s gonna be okay,” I assured her, hoping it was.
“Thanks, Jessie,” she replied.
“You and Jacob are solid. In the end, that’s all that matters, right?” I asked.