Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“No, you sound like the stubborn woman here, and I’m explaining to you why you don’t have to be. Just say thank you, Sarah. Use the money for something you need, or whatever you want, for that matter.”
“Hmm.” She swallows the last of her drink and sets the glass on the table next to the couch. “Thanks.”
She stretches her legs out and bumps my foot with her own.
“Wanna go walk the beach?”
I glance at the dark window. “It’s dark outside.”
“That’s okay. I won’t let you walk into the water.” She winks, and I frown at her.
“Do you often walk on the beach in the dark after you’ve been drinking?”
All humor leaves her face. “Actually, no. I just thought it sounded nice. Forget I asked.”
She stands and I join her, taking her hand in mine. “The thought of you being hurt freaks me out, Sarah. I’m not trying to be an asshole. I just worry about you.”
“I’m a smart girl,” she says softly and looks up at me with those big eyes. “You don’t have to worry.”
She leans in, and I brush my fingertips over the soft skin of her cheek.
What I wouldn’t give to yank her against me and kiss the hell out of her.
But we’re friends.
And she’s a tenant.
“Thanks for the tacos,” I say as I pull away.
“Sure.” She clears her throat. “Thanks for your help with the groceries.”
“Anytime.” I walk to the back door and open it, then turn back to her. “Sleep well, Sarah.”
I walk to my house, resigned to another long night of thinking about the sexy woman sleeping less than a hundred feet from me, and how much I want her.
It’s going to be a long night.
“Proud Mary keep on burning…”
I glance over at the stage, where Sarah, June, and Luna are singing karaoke, including dance moves, and grin over the rim of my beer glass.
The six of us are at Lighthouse Pizza. The girls have been singing, dancing, and doing shots.
“Corner pocket,” Wolfe says, pointing to the pocket in question and takes a shot.
He misses.
“Shit,” he mutters in disgust as Apollo circles the table for his turn.
“If he makes this shot, he wins,” I remind him.
“Are you trying to piss me off?” Wolfe asks, and I grin.
“I don’t have to try. You’re playing like shit tonight. What’s on your mind, man?”
Wolfe glances at the girls, takes a pull from the neck of the bottle of beer, and then sighs. “I’ve been asked to drive in a charity race.”
I shake my head. “What did Luna say? Did she throw a fit?”
“I haven’t told her.”
My head whips around, and I stare at the man in horror. Wolfe had a very successful career as an F1 driver, but he had a career-ending crash last year. He moved home to Huckleberry Bay to heal and start a new life, and he fell in love with Luna.
Hell, they’re engaged to be married.
“That’s not going to go over well.” I watch as Apollo lines up his shot. “She might throw you off the cliff next to the lighthouse.”
“I’m pretty sure I’m stronger than her,” he says and rubs the back of his neck. “Maybe. Look, I don’t know for sure that I’ll do it. I probably won’t be given the medical clearance for it, but the thought is damn tempting.”
“You miss racing.”
“Like I would a limb,” he confirms. “But I love her more.”
“You’ll do what’s best for both of you.”
The girls come bouncing over to us just as Apollo sinks the shot, and they retrieve their drinks.
“It’s handy having you guys around to guard our liquor,” June says and sips her gin and tonic. “We don’t have to worry about any roofies from strangers.”
“We’re the only ones here,” I remind her with a wink. “But, you’re welcome.”
“Looks like it’s our game now,” Apollo says to me. “You go ahead and break.”
I arrange the balls in the triangle and feel eyes on me. When I glance up, it’s Sarah who’s watching me with a hungry gaze that I recognize from many years ago.
She grins at me and slowly sips her drink.
She’s wearing a short dress with a low neckline that shows off her tits spectacularly.
And when I lift my cue to break the balls, she leans over across the table, giving me an even better view, and says, “Smear him, Tanner.”
My eyes are pinned on her breasts. I can’t help it. They’re right there.
“Those aren’t my eyes, you know.”
I shake my head and try to focus on the table, but it’s the worst break of my pool career.
Apollo sneers as he walks around the table. “You let a dame ruin your concentration.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
But when I return to my seat, Sarah’s sitting there, and grins at me as I approach.
“I stole your spot,” she informs me.
“I see that.”