Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“Anyway, back to Riggs. I’m not taking him back.”
“Are you sure you’re making the right choice? He seemed good for you.”
“Mom, you thought Oscar was good for me.”
She gives me a look. “Oscar was good for you.”
“Riggs would eat Oscar alive, they’re two different people. How can both be good for me?”
“You’re right. Riggs is strong, you need that kind of man.”
“Well, it’s not going to be him. The two of us are through, we’re just going to kill each other.”
“That’s a shame, honey. I hoped it would work out. I liked him.”
“You liked looking at him, Mom, there’s a difference.”
She slaps me again. “I did not!”
“Yes, you did. You’re only human. I can’t say I blame you. I’d be taking any one of them on for my spank bank, too.”
“Your what?”
“Spank bank. The bank of sexy images you flick the old bean ...”
“No!” she cries, pressing her hands over her ears. “No.”
“Oh, come on, Mom, don’t be a stiff.”
She shakes her head and stands up. “Work it out with Riggs, honey. He’s good for you.”
Then she leaves.
“Love you!” I call out after her.
Then, I longingly stare over at the garage until one of my older customers, Henry, comes walking over and places a hand on my shoulder. She’s a nice lady, but boy oh boy, the woman is a gossip. She knows everything and anything going on in this town. “Are you okay, dear?”
I turn to her, forcing a smile. “I’m doing okay, just having a hard time right now. You know how it is, Hen. It’s crazy out there with men.”
She nods. “I understand. Young men these days aren’t what they used to be.”
I agree. “Especially if they ride motorcycles.”
I give her a smile and head back to work. She’ll be off telling her friends in no time. I do wonder how long it’ll take Carmen to make contact. If at all.
“Hey!” Ramona says, coming through the back door ten minutes later. “You’re not going to believe the first job I got.”
“Oh, you got a nursing job?”
She snorts. “A carers job. Well, I’m nursing the person back to health, so to speak, but yeah ...”
“Oh, shit, is it an old person? A hairy fat guy? Oh, a really rich man who has been in an accident and needs someone to love him?”
She grunts. “No. It’s Adan.”
I blink. “As in Adan next door?”
“Yep. I’m his live-in nurse.”
I stare, eyes wide. “You’re kidding.”
“Honey, do I look like I’m kidding? I have to fucking help him shower, go to the toilet, whatever the hell people do in the privacy of their own homes. I draw the line at giving him a wank, he’s going to have to figure that one out on his own.”
“Wait,” I squeak. “You’re going to be his hot little nurse?”
She scowls at me. “It’s a real job, we’re not playing here. I can’t even say no because it’s a great chance.”
“Oh, come on, it could be worse. It’s Adan, he’s super-hot and the two of you got it on. There is no ice to break.”
“Exactly, we did, and we haven’t spoken since. It’s awkward, and weird, and I’m fairly certain he isn’t going to take well to me looking after him.”
“Well, he has no choice.”
“This is the worst,” she exhales, leaning against the counter.
“When do you start?”
“Two days.”
I smother a laugh.
“Do not laugh at me, Evelina. This isn’t going to be easy.”
“Oh, sure it is, you get to give him a sponge bath. Touch all those gorgeous muscles. It’s not so bad.”
She gives me a sideways glare. “I’m not sure what it is you think I do, but that certainly is not it.”
I grin at her.
She purses her lips. “This sucks.”
“It’ll be great, you’ll see.”
God, could it get any better than that?
My best friend looking after that hot biker while he’s down and out.
Things are going to get interesting around here, that’s for sure.
Really, really interesting.
20
RIGGS – I FUCKING MISS you.
Eve – Me or my vagina?
Riggs – Both
Eve – Well, it won’t be too much longer before you can dive back into both.
Riggs – I’m going to come over tomorrow night if this bitch doesn’t show. I’m done waiting.
Eve – So impatient.
Riggs – Fuck. Yes.
I smile down at my phone as I flick texts back and forth. I haven’t seen Riggs for a few days. We planned to see each other at night, or I would sneak over to the clubhouse but we ended up deciding it was just too risky. Since then, Riggs and I have resorted to texting and waiting, just a little longer.
If Carmen doesn’t show up by tomorrow, he’s going to come over and ravish me. I can’t freaking wait. It has been a week too long and I need him more than I need this chocolate cupcake batter that I’m currently mixing. It’s good batter, too. The kind that could make you weak at the knees. Still, Riggs is a whole lot better.