Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Dean saw.
And he was livid.
“I won’t have this filth in my town.”
I told him to fuck off. Next thing I knew, I was sitting in the jail cell, that prick threatening to ruin my life. He strongly suggested I leave. Join the military. Get the hell out of town.
I did just that.
So why in the hell am I back?
Because Jax, Brigs Ferry Bay’s current sheriff, asked me to. Also, I thought it might be a fantastic fuck you to Dean Bell when I pull his ass over. Just the image of writing that prick a ticket had me packing up my meager belongings, putting in my notice at the security firm I’d been working at since I’d left the military, and driving my ass from Boston up to Brigs Ferry Bay.
“If you’re done bitching, we can go,” I grind out. “But I’m not about to have you mother me, Brie. I’m almost forty damn years old.”
She pouts but gives me a sharp nod. “Fine, but at least try and be friendly. I heard Suzy split up with Adam. You always liked her, right? Maybe you’ll run into her. If you’re not so grumpy, you might have a chance.”
I don’t tell her I don’t remember a Suzy or that I’d rather hook up with whoever this Adam is instead. From Brie’s constant babbling, I’ve learned that she’s friends with a couple of gay guys. But I don’t know how she’d feel if she knew her own brother was gay. Everyone in this town is so fucking homophobic.
“We’ll see,” I say, yanking on my coat. “I’m starving.”
Main Street hadn’t changed much over the years, though the gay bar is something I didn’t expect to see when I came back. I’ve yet to actually go inside, but it’s only a matter of time. It’s been a long ass time since I got laid.
Brie parks her vehicle in front of Comida’s and smiles at me. “Listen…Jaxson is…” She chews on her bottom lip. “You’ll get to meet his fiancé tonight.”
“Yeah?”
“A man. Dante Kincaid.”
When she’d said some of her friends were gay, I didn’t expect for it to be Jaxson. I’d just been into the station the other day to fill out some paperwork, and he didn’t put off any gay vibes. Maybe it’s just because I’ve known him since he was a kid. I always sort of imagined he’d end up marrying my sister, so this is shocking to me. Not to mention, his father is Dean fucking Bell. I’m sure that went over wonderfully. Even more reason to like Jax.
“Interesting,” I say because it is.
“Don’t be…” She sighs. “Please be nice.”
I should tell her that I’m into men. But, since I’m a broody fucker who only wants sex and nothing more, it’s pointless. No matter what gender I prefer fucking, it’s not her business because she’ll turn it into something much bigger than it needs to be. The last thing I need is Brie trying to hook me up with one of her gay besties. That’s a recipe for disaster. I’ll find my own hookups, thank you very much.
“You worry too much,” I mumble, not agreeing to be nice. Where’s the fun in that?
We both climb out, and I’m hit with the savory scent of cooked meats and spices. Comida’s has been around forever. I’m thankful it’s still here because my mouth is watering for their famous pozole. The hearty Mexican stew is probably the best thing I’ve ever eaten in my entire life. Which is saying something since I’ve been to more cities and countries than I can count.
I push on the door and then wave my sister inside. She walks in, grinning from ear to ear. It’s a damn good thing to see her happy. My little sister never smiled like this when we were kids. She wears adulthood well.
The table she starts for is already filled with four people, with two chairs remaining. Jax sits on one side with a suited, smirking man to his right and a kid who looks like the suited guy to his left. Across from Jax is a younger version of himself—kind of how I remember Jax from back in the day. Brie sits down across from the suit, leaving me at the other end with the kids.
I yank out my chair, dropping into the seat across from the broody one. My gaze sweeps over the dark hair that hangs in his eyes that are fixated on his soda. His entire look is black—hair, eyeliner, shirt, fingernails. Fucking emo kids these days.
“Glad you guys could make it,” Jax says, drawing my attention to his grinning face. “You have no idea how happy I am you’ve moved back. We could use another cop.”
I give him a nod but don’t say anything else.
Brie sighs heavily. “Since you’re being shy, I’ll introduce you.”