Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Jack followed her out, and when Travis turned to look at me, I shrugged. He shook his head and said, “Tomorrow, I was thinking maybe we could take a few of the girls and go sledding and snowmobiling, with all this snow that’s coming down.”
“On the ranch?”
“If that’s okay with your father and brother.”
I nodded. “Should be fine.”
“Great, I’ll get it all planned out and we’ll air the footage Friday night.”
“Sounds good.”
“If one more girl screams, I’m going to lose my shit,” Paul mumbled to me as we stood off to the side while they took a break to fix Genevie’s jacket that tore open.
“You’re not the one having to ride on the snowmobiles with them. Those screams are even worse close-up.”
He chuckled as we listened in on Harper, the marketing manager, who seemed to be angling for a job. She was explaining a few ways the show could be marketed better. Jack, who’d thought it would be fun to come along today, looked like he was ready to turn and sprint for the trees.
Kimber did nothing but complain about how cold she was, which struck me as odd since she was from New York City and should be used to the snow.
Ally flirted nonstop with me every time she was near, and even attempted to kiss me, which caused me to take a step back and Ally to lose her balance. She face-planted in the snow, then spent ten minutes complaining while Tricia attempted to fix her makeup.
“The only ones not complaining are Devyn, Vivian, and Brina,” Paul noted.
I sighed as Jack got everyone’s attention. “We’re going to ride back to the barn, where there will be a hot chocolate station for everyone to get warm. Remember, the cameras are rolling!”
Some of the girls squealed with delight as I begrudgingly got back on the snowmobile. This time, Kimber was my passenger. As she walked up, she smiled. “Don’t be afraid to hold on tight to me.”
I gestured at the snowmobile. “You’re sitting behind me.”
She giggled. “Oh, then I’m gonna have to hold on tight to you.”
With the cameras rolling, all I could do was smile. When I glanced over to Jack, he gave me an expression that said he was amused but sorry at the same time. Kip and I had discussed over dinner last night at my parents’ house that we both got the impression Jack regretted this entire venture.
Or at the very least, regretted that Travis was part of it.
I climbed onto the snowmobile, followed by Kimber. Paul was sitting on another two-seater, with the two other cameramen on a third. I had no idea how Travis managed to get so many snowmobiles on such short notice, but I had to admit, I was having fun—minus all the complaining and having to constantly stop for a loose eyelash, lost hat, or broken nail.
Once we were back at the barn, I entered to see Kipton standing there, dressed in jeans, a sweater, and a sleeveless ski jacket. She looked gorgeous—and it took everything I had not to rush over and kiss her. Instead, I winked, and she rewarded me with the pink flush of her cheeks.
The girls rushed over to a hot chocolate bar that had everything you could imagine. Marshmallows to whipped cream, candies to cinnamon sticks.
Ally picked up the can of cream and made her way over to me. “Open up for some cream.”
I just stared at her for a second. “No, thanks, I’m not a fan of fake stuff.”
The look on her face was murderous, but she forced a smile and shrugged. “Your loss.”
Since this had turned into a group date, Travis and Jack decided to change the rules again, so I could eliminate up to two women. Ally would be the first to go.
After a grueling half hour of hanging out with everyone, Jack wrapped up the shoot. The girls would return to the house and talk about the date together, and if any of them wanted to swipe left, they’d be allowed to head into the Truth Booth. Since it wasn’t a one-on-one date, however, none of them could swipe right. They’d have to wait and view my recap to learn who was allowed to stay.
Paul loaded up his gear, and he and Louie got into the limo with me to head back to my place. Kipton was filming the wrap-up of the group date.
Once back at the house, I grabbed a beer and wanted to offer one to Paul and Louie, but knew that wouldn’t go over well, especially with a fucking camera in my kitchen.
“Time to do the Truth Booth, Hunter,” Paul said with a smile.
“Right, the Truth Booth.”
I headed up to the loft, sat down in the chair, and stared at the camera. I knew I couldn’t cut Kimber now, thanks to Jack’s decision and the show’s need for drama. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t get rid of a couple others. When the light came on, I smiled and started to talk.