Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
I call Barrett’s name even though I don’t know what to say. Warmth goes through me at the thought that he’s protecting me. Is this what it feels like to have someone care enough to defend you?
Barrett leans down, putting his face right next to Russell’s. I can’t help comparing the two of them. Barrett is so much bigger and beefier. He’s hairy and he looks like a beast looming next to Russell. “You’re the problem. You don’t talk to any woman that way, especially not mine. Now get out of here.”
Russell is sniveling now, underneath his eyes already turning violet. I think he might actually be scared of the big cowboy. “But the truck—”
“Will be returned tomorrow, tank full to your company. This is your last delivery here. I don’t care what you tell your boss. You don’t run this route ever again. Do you hear me?”
He makes a noise that could be a sniff or a whimper. It’s hard to tell.
Barrett helps him to his feet and walks him down the alley. There’s the sound of a vehicle door slamming then Barrett is storming back to me.
He scowls. “Are you hurt?”
“From just some words?” I roll my eyes to indicate what I think of that. Russell isn’t worth getting my feelings hurt over. He’s just some entitled jerk who thinks he has the right to harass me because I said no to him.
“Nobody gets to talk to you that way, and if they do, you tell me.” His shoulders are hunched, and his fists are clenched. Fury rolls off of him in waves, and even though what happened wasn’t my fault, I find myself wanting to soothe him.
“I’m fine.” I put my hand on his arm. I tell myself I do it to calm him, but I’m pretty sure I just really wanted to reach out and touch those corded muscles.
He searches my face for a long moment, trying to decide if I’m telling him the truth.
I nod toward the alleyway. “What did you do with him?”
“My brother, Noah, is driving him to the edge of town. Then he’ll make him walk the rest of the way back, so the shithead has a chance to think about all the ways he’s been harassing my girl.”
That’s the third time he’s referred to me as his tonight, and a secret thrill runs through me. I shouldn’t put any stock in what he’s saying. He’s crazy, and I have a delivery to get unloaded tonight.
He seems to read my mind because he asks, “Do you have any help with this?”
“Just me tonight,” I explain. If business keeps going at the rate it is, I’ll be able to hire a part-time employee to help by the end of the year. But for now, it’s just me.
“Tell me where everything goes.”
I’m a strong, independent woman who can unload the entire truck by herself. But I’m also tired and cranky. If he’s willing to help, I’m not going to tell him no. “Big boxes to the right. Medium and small to the left.”
We spend the next three hours working together, but it passes easily and quickly. We banter sometimes, and I learn things about Barrett. Things like he’s a hard worker who doesn’t complain. Things like he looks really good with sweat making his t-shirt cling to his body. When he uses the end of it to wipe his forehead, I catch a peek at his hairy stomach, and my body tingles all over as I imagine what it would look like beneath me as I rode him in my bed.
“All sorted. Which pile should we start unpacking?” He asks, interrupting my thoughts. He’s here doing the neighborly thing, and I’m thinking about what he’d feel like inside of me bare. I’m the worst person ever.
My cheeks flame even though he can’t possibly guess my thoughts. “Leave it. I’ll sort it during the lull tomorrow afternoon. Want a coffee or tea or…” I force myself to stop talking so I can’t invite him to my bed.
He barely suppresses a yawn of his own and grabs his Stetson. “No, I’m headed back to the farm. I’ll wait for you to lock up before I leave.”
I check all of the locks and make sure the store is secure before I turn to him. “Wait. How did you know Russell was giving me problems?”
His smile lights up his face, softening his features. “I was watching you from mom’s shop.”
I fake a gasp of mock outrage. “You were watching me? Some would consider that stalking.”
“It’s not stalking if you’re my future wife.” He winks and presses a kiss to my cheek. “See you later, sweet girl.”
He’s out the door and gone before I even get a chance to respond. Instead, I stand there in the inventory room with my hand pressed to the spot he just kissed.