Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Thayer told her all about his education, about how he trained in the medical field, but had a degree in architecture. He was intelligent and attractive.
She found out he was thirty, younger than Deacon by five years. Even though she was only twenty-two and they were quite a bit older than her, it didn’t feel strange. Deacon shared information about himself, but she picked up that he wasn’t as forthcoming as Thayer.
He was a carpenter, unofficially, and she learned he and Thayer had built the cabin, although Thayer admitted Deacon had done most of the building.
They had given her a tour of the interior and exterior of the cabin. The cabin itself wasn’t overly large. It had three bedrooms, two and a half baths, and the most gorgeous sunroom she had ever seen, although this time of year didn’t allow for much sun to be enjoyed.
Everything was so rustic, but it also held a touch of modern comfort. As far as she could tell neither worked, but she wasn’t nosey enough to ask them how they supported themselves, although clearly they had money.
They had just finished lunch, and she watched Deacon work on her car through the picture window in the living room. A two-car garage sat cattycorner with the cabin, and although it had to be freezing he had the garage doors open.
She could hear the steady thump of a bass from the music he listed to. She turned and looked at Thayer, who hunched over his desk and worked on blueprints for an expansion on the cabin.
Jessa wanted to ask why they needed to add more to the cabin when it was just the two of them, but she figured there wasn’t much else to do out in the middle of nowhere.
“I’m just going to go out there and see how it’s going with the car.” Thayer lifted his head and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
He looked like a sexy as sin professor, and all she could think about was having him bend her over his desk and spanking her with his ruler.
A shiver worked through her at the thought. Being in a constant state of arousal around the two of them had her nerves on edge and her body on fire. She swore at times they could tell just by looking at her. Could it be that obvious? She saw Thayer inhale deeper and thought she heard him growl, like actually growl low in his throat, but the sound disappeared as soon as it started.
“Yeah, okay. It’s pretty cold out there, so make sure to bundle up.” He took his glasses off and rubbed his hand over his eyes. She noticed more frequently that Deacon and Thayer seemed stressed and on edge.
Jessa worried it was because she had decided to stay with them, but when she expressed her concerns and told them again she would be more than happy to stay at a motel, they had shut that idea down before it had fully left her mouth.
She smiled just thinking about how they told her they liked her there, liked her cooking and that she did their laundry. Of course the hint of lavender oil she added to their clothing during the wash didn’t happen to be their favorite addition.
Apparently men didn’t like smelling like flowers, although she had to admit that fresh scent worked very nicely with the spicy, masculine fragrance that always seemed to cling to them. It reminded her of the uninhibited wilderness that surrounded them.
She nodded and grabbed her coat, hat, and gloves. The biting cold slapped her in the face as soon as she stepped onto the porch. The door shut behind her, and she quickly made her way to the garage.
The snow covered ground crunched beneath her boots as she all but sprinted toward the safety of the garage. The music seemed overly loud, the bass deep.
Deacon hunched over the hood of her car in nothing but a pair of jeans, thick biker boots, and a light jacket.
How in the hell he wasn’t freezing stunned her. She could see his big hands working on the guts of her car, but had no clue what he was actually doing.
Grease covered his tanned hands. She continued to watch him expertly work.
He lifted his head and pierced her with his ice blue eyes. Neither one of them said anything, but it wouldn’t have mattered anyway because the music seemed too loud for them to hear each other. He moved out from under the hood and walked over to where a black pad hung on the wall.
Turning the dial the music instantly lowered. He faced her and started cleaning off his hands with one of the shop rags.
“So,” she looked at her car again, “how is it going?” She swept her hand over the car like he actually wouldn’t know what she meant.