Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“You don’t know me, so I wouldn’t assume anything.” She held her skirt out, it was a full circle skirt, which she loved, and then she bowed down in a curtsy.
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Harlow was pissed off at Hunter.
He’d been avoiding her, and he wasn’t going to say some mean shit to her and then move away like it meant nothing.
Nearly all of her work was done. Big Dick hadn’t given her a chance to become truly acquainted with the club. She was there as a guest, but she would never be a member. Not that she ever wanted to be a member of the club.
No, but Hunter was just plain rude.
The guys were all milling around, doing odd jobs, or enjoying a beer. Larissa was cleaning up after everyone.
Even Harlow was amazed at how fast she’d been able to clear away all the glitter, the pine needles, and the stray pieces of tinsel. The woman was a machine. Harlow couldn’t believe the library had let her go. She would never step foot in that place as there was no way it was going to be clean. Certainly not up to Larissa’s standard.
No one was paying her any attention. Hunter was at the bar though, nursing a beer. And he looked freaking miserable. This was the time of year to be happy. Not to be moping into his beer.
She felt the anger start to build inside her. Stupid, infuriating man.
With her hands clenched at her sides, she closed the distance between them and stepped up close toward him. Harlow liked him, a lot. Being up close and personal with Hunter was a heady experience.
He’s a mean asshole.
Do not be attracted to this man.
He’s also best friends with your brother.
Maybe best friends was a bit of a stretch. They were club brothers.
“What do you want?” Hunter asked.
Damn it. He shouldn’t have gotten the first word in.
She pressed a finger to his lips. “No, you don’t get to speak to me right now. I’m the one that is going to speak.” Hunter glared at her, and she shouldn’t see that as sexy, but damn it, her female parts did.
He was a good-looking man. Dangerous and sexy.
“I don’t know what I’ve done that you don’t like, but I am here for Ava. I am here for the club, and until I do something to seriously piss you off, then you don’t get to be moody with me.”
That wasn’t what she wanted to say, but she couldn’t think of anything better to say. Stupid men. Stupid, hot, sexy, dangerous Hunter.
Chapter Nine
Smokey had everything in place. The clubhouse didn’t need to have anything more added, and if they did, then it was going to be impossible for them to move. He was amazed at how well Larissa had cleaned up after everyone. The woman was a working machine.
Running his fingers through his hair, he got to his feet and made his way to his office doorway where he could look out over the clubhouse and see his plans working.
This was good. Everything was coming together.
He turned toward the main door and watched as Abriana and Ugly Beast came into the clubhouse. Abriana looked around at the clubhouse. She was nibbling on her lip, and then Ugly Beast tapped her shoulder and nodded toward him.
Smokey waited as Abriana rushed toward him. “You have got to tell Ava, like, right now.”
He looked at Ugly Beast, who shrugged. “This is all news to me.”
“Ava thinks you’re having an affair with Harlow!”
“What?” Harlow asked, snapping out the word.
Smokey had seen that she’d been having some kind of conversation with Hunter. He didn’t know what that was all about, but he made a note to keep an eye on everything.
“I’ve just been to see Ava, and she’s, she’s losing it. She thinks you’re having an affair, and she was crying, and she said that she saw the two of you hugging and all of that,” Abriana said.
Harlow burst out laughing. “She thinks Smokey and I are having an affair?”
“I’m not joking. I-I laughed. I promise. I think Ava is hurting, Smokey, and I don’t, I didn’t want to spoil this, and I promised her that you weren’t doing anything. I swore it to her.”
“No, there’s no way this is possible,” Harlow said. “Ava knows I would never do that.”
Smokey didn’t want to hear another word. He stepped around Abriana and headed straight to the door. Once again, he had fucked up.
Damn it. Why was he always fucking up?
He rushed out of the clubhouse and went straight to his car. He wanted to get on his bike for it to be faster, but he had no choice but to use the car. He had to get to Ava.
She needed to know that he wasn’t doing this because he was cheating, but because he loved her.