Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
God, he looks good. The jackass.
He hasn’t shaved in days, so he’s covered in sexy stubble, and his hair looks like he just ran his fingers through it. He’s wearing athletic shorts again, as it’s all he can wear with the boot on his leg, and a running vest on top. He’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
Shame he’s a jerk.
“I’m eating breakfast.”
His brows draw together. “I told you that Tate was bringing breakfast.”
I put the spoon back in the cereal bowl. “Yeah, but I thought that was just for you guys.”
“He always brings enough food to feed a small army. There’ll be plenty for you.”
“Oh. Okay. Thank you.” I feel really warm at the idea that he’s including me in breakfast with his brother.
He removes the crutch from under his arm and leans against the counter. “Where’s psycho goat?” he asks, looking around like Gucci’s going to jump out and attack him at any minute.
“Gucci is out on the terrace.”
“Shitting?”
“No. Enjoying the sunshine.”
“Talking of sunshine, why are you dressed like it’s winter?”
I glance down at my sweater and then back up at him. I narrow my gaze at him. The bastard knows why I’m dressed like this. I wanted to cover up well after Nipplegate.
I’m wearing a padded bra. It makes my boobs look bigger, but at least it keeps the nips from showing. And, just to be doubly sure, I put a knit sweater on. And jean shorts because it is warm out there, so I’m staying cool where I can.
“Just keeping the girls covered. Wouldn’t want to have any more showings and give you another reason to be a pervy jackass.”
His mouth spreads into a grin. “Aw, Speedy. I was just playing with you. Don’t cover up on my account. I wouldn’t want you to sweat to death.”
“I won’t.” I sit up and fold my arms over my chest. “I’ll be perfectly fine.”
“If you say so.”
“I do. And here’s your coffee.” I slide over the cup of coffee I made him, and I pick my own up, cradling it in my hands.
He takes a sip and then puts it down. Using his crutch, he leans over and opens a cupboard where he pulls out a bottle of scotch.
I watch as he pours a good measure into the coffee. Then, he puts the bottle back into the cupboard and takes another drink of coffee. A gulp this time.
He sees me staring at him.
“You want to make your coffee Irish?” he asks.
“You used scotch. Wouldn’t that make it Scottish?”
His lips press together in a smile. “Someone’s snarky this morning.”
I raise a disapproving brow. “Don’t you think it’s a little early to be making coffee anything of the European type?”
His eyes darken, not looking impressed. “If I wanted to be nagged on the regular, I’d get married. I’m not, so I’ll make my coffee however the fuck I want.” Taking his coffee with him and leaving behind one of his crutches, he heads out of the kitchen.
He’s right. I shouldn’t be interfering in how he lives his life.
It’s not like I have anything to be singing about.
Lost my job, ran over a movie star with my car, homeless. Yeah, I should keep my opinions to myself.
Grabbing the bottle of scotch, I pick up my coffee and go into the living room. I see Gabe through the window, sitting out on the terrace. He’s smoking a cigarette.
Gucci is lying out by the pool. She looks like she’s sunbathing. All she needs is a towel and a bathing suit, and she’d be good to go.
I wonder if you can get bathing suits for goats.
I go outside and sit on the lounger next to him.
“Sorry,” I say. “I’ll keep my opinions to myself from now on.”
He doesn’t look at me. The only response I get is a nod of his head.
I put my coffee down on the lounger and pour some scotch into it. I put the scotch on the floor.
When I look at Gabe, he’s watching me with mild amusement.
“I thought it was too early to be making things Scottish.”
“Clearly, you’re a bad influence. And I figured, if you can’t beat him, join him.”
His lips lift at the corner. “I’m all for kinky, Speedy, but beating’s not my thing. Now, a little light spanking, and I’m your man.”
Gabe spanking me? Yes, please.
I laugh, despite myself. “You’re incorrigible.”
“It’s my best feature.” He grins. Putting his cup to his lips, he takes a drink.
I do the same. And then I start coughing. “God, that’s strong. I think I put too much in.”
Gabe laughs.
I like the sound of his laugh. It’s raspy and deep. Like it comes from somewhere hidden deep inside him. But I like it most when it’s me making him laugh.
I sit back with my coffee and stare out at the view.