Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
“You will not,” Titan orders him.
The man stands up and he might not be quite Titan’s height, but he’s big and he’s wide. He’s not all muscle like Titan, and that beer belly he’s sporting has not one sign of Titan’s perfect abs, I’m sure, but he’s not going to back down and he’s got one ace in the hole. There’s a state policeman at the booth beside him and he comes out, giving Titan a look that can’t be misinterpreted.
“You got this, David?” the trucker says and it is clear David is the state police when he comes to stand in front of Titan.
“I got it. In fact, I think I’ll give the little lady a ride myself,” the cop says and I smile—aiming that smile of victory directly at Titan.
“Faith, you leave like this and you’ll regret you ever met me.”
“Too late, Big Daddy. I already do!” I tell him and then I look at the state policeman. “Um… I need my stuff out of his car.” I smile, pointing at a very pissed-off Titan. Not that I care.
Titan Marsh is not my problem anymore. He can go hang out with all the other scummy, skeezy, lying cheaters.
And when his fiancée finds out about me, I hope she kicks him in the balls.
twenty
titan
I keep replaying shit in my head. I have for two days. I still don’t know exactly what happened. Now, this is nothing new when it comes to Faith, but never have I been more confused than I am right now. It seemed so simple. She signs the annulment papers, I turn them in and we both get on with our lives. I forgot one thing.
Nothing is ever simple when it comes to Faith.
I couldn’t go after her immediately, not since she conveniently had state police protection. It has taken me two days to catch up with her. I’m following her Jeep now down a back road somewhere close to the Oklahoma border. There’s no rhyme or reason to the roads that Faith keeps taking. Hell, I swear sometimes she manages to make a complete circle. She literally comes to a stop sign and turns right, goes to another one and turns left and ends up back at the original one. It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever seen. At first, I thought it was because she caught me tailing her. The more it happened, the more I’m sure this has something to do with Faith’s own brand of crazy.
It’s almost dark before she stops for the night. I’ve been following her for at least fourteen hours, watching her from a distance and getting gas when she goes inside to eat or at a station. It hasn’t been easy, but I’ve done damn good at it. I’m starting to think I should have been a P.I. instead of a football player. Luckily, her Jeep gets horrible gas mileage compared to my Caddy. She pulls into a small motel that is literally called Highway 69 Motel. The road we are on is not Highway 69, not even close. That should be a warning sign to the woman that she should keep driving. But it doesn’t surprise me that she goes in to register. I pull into the parking lot only after she goes inside. Then I park my car and get out. Every bone and joint I have pops as I finally stand. Too many years of football have made trips like this painful. I lean against her hood and wait.
It doesn’t take long before she comes outside singing—singing—and doesn’t look up. When she gets just a foot away from me I figure if I don’t speak up she’s going to run straight into me. How this girl survives on her own, I have no idea.
“Hello, wife.”
She lets out a startled scream, jumps in place slightly and then stares at me. She’s got sunglasses on that hide her eyes from me. I frown, wishing they were gone. There’s no reason for her to have them. It’s nearly dark outside.
“Look what the cat drug in,” she mumbles. “I was wondering when you would show up.”
“You knew I would?” I can’t help but ask.
“Bad pennies usually do. How’s your fiancée?” she says, her voice full of sarcasm.
“Don’t know. Haven’t talked to her.”
“Haven’t… Is that normal?”
“Pretty much.”
“That’s sad. She deserves better, but then maybe she should count her lucky stars. If she knew what a dick you were it might hurt her.”
“I doubt it, since we are just friends.”
“Just friends?”
“Pretty much. Not that I owe you a reason, but Jacey and I are marrying for business reasons only. Don’t know a hundred percent, and don’t care enough to ask, but I’m pretty sure Jacey would rather be marrying you and what you’re packing between your legs than what I have.”
She stands there and it takes her several minutes to come up with the correct answer. When it does her whole stance changes.