Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“So the structure is fine? We’re good.”
“For now yes, but there are some places that could be updated because in time they’ll be an issue, but Bronco’s already taken care of it.”
I let out a breath. I’m so relieved. “Okay, you two had me worried.”
“Oh, I think Bronco’s scared for the first time in his whole damn life.” Her tone is filled with playful happiness. These two clearly know each other somewhat well.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” he grumbles back at her.
“Always,” she chirps. “I’m one of the most sought-after structural engineers in the state.”
“Yeah, you’ve brought that up about a thousand times over the years.” I get a sense they could go back and forth all day, so I cut in.
“It was a pleasure meeting you. Thank you so much for coming out here at the last second.”
“The pleasure was all mine.” She winks at me.
“Charlotte,” Bronco snaps.
The engineer shrugs, not at all sorry, before turning and leaving the two of us alone.
“Charlotte?” Now I’m the one annoyed. What happened to Ms. Savino or even Charlie as she requested? Charlotte for some reason sounds really personal to me. Actually, everything about them together felt too personal. I hate it, and I know what it is. It’s plain old jealousy, which is not good. I can’t get jealous over Bronco and other women because I’ll never make it.
“She hates when people call her that, but Aunt Jenny gave her the name, so it’s her fault.”
“She’s your cousin?”
“Yep, and an annoying one at that.” He walks over and gives my door a shove so it closes behind him. The room somehow shrinks two sizes now that he’s in here with me.
“Annoying? She rushed over here to do an inspection.”
“Right.” He lets out a sexy chuckle that is so deep it makes my nipples harden. How does a laugh turn someone on? He’s done something to my body and somehow flipped this switch that I can’t seem to locate. Even now with the scent of him filling up the room, my body is starting to tingle. “She came to see you. I forgot she’s got a thing for short brunettes.” He mutters the last part. Wait. Was he jealous?
A thrill runs through me, and I know it’s terrible to be happy because of it. Jealousy is a horrible feeling to have, but thinking of Bronco being angry because someone wanted me has my world once again being turned upside down.
“I missed you.” He leans up against the closed door. He looks like he’s fighting himself not to come over to me as the muscles in his arms flex.
“Well, I’ve been right here. You could have stopped by any time.” I sit back down and try to focus on my computer screen. I can play it cool too.
“You didn’t text.”
I can’t help but glance up because I swear there is a pout to his words. When I see his expression, I know I’m right. He’s pouting. Somehow, he can pull it off because he’s still as sexy as can be.
“I missed you too, Bronco.” The words are out of my mouth before I can try and stop myself. When his face lights up, I don’t regret it either. Faster than he should be able to move for a man his size, he’s across the room and kissing me. “Bronco,” I moan against his mouth.
“Fuck, we can’t do this here.” He’s right, but I only press myself tighter against him. I don’t know what it is about Bronco, but it feels so right with him.
A knock on the door has both of us freezing, and the only sound is our heavy breathing.
“Walker?” Nina’s voice sounds from the other side of the door. It’s a reminder that I’m at work and the staff are arriving. The doors will be opening soon to customers, and I’m in my father’s old office moaning like a buckle bunny.
It’s the cold splash of water that I need.
Chapter Twelve
Bronco
I let out a growl of frustration as I release Tracy and go to the door. The last thing I want to do is have her for the first time in this office, and I need to remember that. All I’ve got to do is keep my hands to myself until we can get the hell out of here. Fuck it, I might just take her in my truck if I can’t make it until then.
“What?” I bark as I pull open the door at the same time.
“Well hell-o, Bronco Layne. Nobody told me the best ride in the state was mounting tonight.” The woman standing there with a Circle C beer shirt looks me up and down and then licks her lips.
“Nina,” Tracy says as she comes up from behind me. She holds out what looks like a banking bag and a set of keys. “You’re on cart seven tonight. It’s all stocked.”