Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
I stared down at it, then up at him. Was he serious? He wanted me to just walk out of here with him?
But what other choice did I really have?
“Come on, Dolly,” he urged, and the gentleness in his eyes was what had me slipping my hand into his.
He pulled me to him and wrapped an arm around me before turning and heading toward the door. I started to look back.
“Don’t,” he warned me. “If he reacts, Gage will kill him.”
I nodded and let him lead me away. I felt numb as the door closed behind us and we stepped into the abnormally cool spring evening for Florida.
What had just happened?
“I’m gonna guess Pepper doesn’t know you’ve been dating him,” Micah said, and I lifted my gaze up to meet the magnetic blue eyes I had once compared to the color of a raindrop.
“No,” I admitted. “She’s been busy.”
He sighed and nodded. “Yeah, she has been.”
I turned my head to look at anything but him.
A tall man with broad shoulders, light brown hair so long that he had it twisted up into a bun at the nape of his neck, and hazel eyes approached us. He studied me for a moment, then shifted his attention to Micah.
“You’re picking up women? Right now?” he asked him, looking annoyed.
“I’m not picking her up. I’m saving her. She was with Canyon,” he replied.
The guy narrowed his eyes. “So?”
Micah tensed, and I watched as his expression hardened. “So, this is my little sister’s best friend.”
The guy’s eyes widened, and he looked back down at me. “Well, damn. That’s gonna fuck shit up.”
2
Dolly
“Here,” Micah said, basically shoving me toward the guy with a man bun. These dang heels were going to end up breaking my ankles if I kept being pushed around like this. “Take her in your vehicle.”
My eyes swung back to look at Micah. He had forced me to leave my boyfriend, and now, he was giving me to some man I didn’t know? I needed to call Pepper. She would be able to free me from whatever insanity her brother was involved in…but my purse was inside the bar.
Crappity crap, crap.
“My purse!” I told Micah. “I left it in there.”
He had the gall to look annoyed. At me! This was his doing. Not mine. I opened my mouth to tell him just that, too, but he turned his head slightly to the left and lifted his chin at one of the other men.
“Go get her fucking purse. Take those three with you.”
I closed my mouth, not even bothering with a thank-you. He didn’t deserve one. This day was supposed to be the most romantic day of my life, and he had walked right into it and ruined everything. All the plans I had made. I’d even sucked it up and gotten waxed. Between my legs! Did he have any idea how embarrassing and painful it was to have someone wax up your privates, then rip it off? Now, that was all for nothing. I would be lucky if Canyon ever spoke to me again.
“Where do you want me to take her?” the man-bun guy asked.
Micah let out another groan and ran his hand through his dark golden locks. Micah had always kept his hair just long enough to be able to pull it back. But he never let it get too long. I hated that I knew that about him. I also knew his shoe size, favorite movie, the way he liked his coffee, and his favorite foods. Once, I had made it my life mission to know all the things about him so I could hopefully use that knowledge to win his heart. Which was a completely idiotic, naive little girl daydream. I had grown up. Thank the good Lord.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Where are you living these days, Dolly?” he asked me. “You still at your momma’s?”
I threw my shoulders back and looked him straight in the eye, insulted that he’d think I was still at my momma’s house. I was twenty-one years old. Granted, I was a virgin, but I wasn’t that pathetic. “No, I am not still living with Momma,” I stated matter-of-factly. “I have my own apartment.”
He didn’t seem impressed. “In Stuart, near your momma, I hope,” he drawled, then turned to look at the guy he’d basically tossed me off to. “She can’t go back to Stuart. Not until Canyon makes his next move. Pepper will have my balls if something happens to her. Just”—he sighed heavily—“take her to the club. I’ll figure shit out later.”
Club? Ain’t no way I was going to his little motorcycle club’s clubhouse.
“My apartment isn’t in Stuart,” I informed him. I started to tell him where it was when he held a hand up at me, as if I were a child, to shut me up. My back stiffened.