Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
“Yeah, he still pissed about our bull rutting his heifers?” Amos received a pretty penny from our bull going after his cows. He can also hold a grudge like no one I’ve ever met.
“Nah. Sienna’s doing, I suppose.” Trey’s lips tilt up further, and I have no will, want, or desire to know what that’s all about.
“Well, I better get going. Mom’s new four-legged animal is struggling in the hoof department, and I’ll need to check in on him again before the day is over.” She collects animals like she does people. Anyone Mom lets in her heart is there to stay. You’re treated exactly how she treats her blood, with love and a whole lot of devotion.
“You didn’t say what you were going into town for.” Here we fucking go. This prick is going to make me put my truck back in Drive and gun it down the dirt road. Then I’ll no doubt come back because Trey is nothing if not a tattle-tale.
“No, I sure didn’t. You got a question, ask it. If you don’t, I’ll see you later.” I’m about to give him the middle finger and tell him to fuck right off on his high horse he acts like he’s riding. I love my brother, don’t get me wrong. I’d lay my life on the line for him, but sometimes he likes to take his jokester attitude too far.
“I’ll bite. What are you going into town for?” About damn time he stops pussy-footing around.
“Going to check on Maeve. What Juniper said isn’t sitting well with me. I’ll drive by, see how things are going, and go from there.” I keep it short and sweet. Hopefully, it’ll make him less likely to read into things.
“Are you sure you’re only checking on her?”
“Are you sure you’re only hanging out with Amos up there and not trying to see his sister?” Trey’s mouth shuts, jaw clenching, and it seems he now knows what it’s like to have a nerve struck. About damn time. I stay quiet, not backing down while I wait to see how he responds. A few breaths later, he’s got something to say. Hopefully, his mouth doesn’t piss me off. I’d hate to put my fist through my older brother’s jaw.
“Message received loud and clear, brother. Didn’t think you had it in you to play that card, but I can understand it.” He looks pissed as hell that I called him out on his bullshit, but someone had to put him in his place. Today, it happened to be me.
“Good, I’ll see you later.” Trey nods, rolls up his window, puts his truck in Drive, and heads toward the house. Whether it’s to his or our parents' place, I’m not sure. I don’t stick around to find out either. I’ve got a curvy little baker who has my dick wrapped in knots waiting on me and a need to lay my eyes on her for the first time in over a month.
FOUR
MAEVE
My week has gone from bad to worse. My creativity is no longer flowing, and I’m left with nothing but worry. I was able to do my usual recipes, ones I know like the back of my hand. Anything new and exciting? Zilch, nada, absolutely nothing. Maybe I’m experiencing what authors describe as writers’s block. Baker’s block.
“Ugh, I should just start day drinking. Surely, that would help. Or get a pet to keep me company.” Whisked Away has been so quiet, the few teenagers I’ve hired here and there aren’t needed. I’ve sadly had to let them know hours will be limited and even went as far as telling them to please find another job that is able to give them what they deserve. Another chink in my armor, like a sword hitting right in my chest.
Instead of baking to get ahead for tomorrow, I’m taking things off the wall, moving chairs, and readjusting the tables. Since Whisked Away is currently staying afloat with no extras, I’m doing other things to help until maybe Madison can get the reviews taken down. So far, every time she takes one down, five more appear. She even tried tracking the IP address, but apparently, they are using some kind of sophisticated system that my sister can’t crack. Michelle piped up again and said to use my in with the Johnsons to see if Fletcher Wild could pull some kind of strings. The sister eyes came at me one after the other. There was no beating around the bush with those two.
Michelle and Madison knew about my date with Clayton. But they weren’t aware JW had made an appearance or the way he’d snubbed me. The staredown through the phone had me spilling my guts. Our phone call was well over two hours long, and the only reason we hung up is because Michelle had to do the mom and wife thing. You know, cook dinner, kiss her husband, and help her daughter with homework. I had already taken up enough of Madison’s time, yet she’s still trying to work through the kinks.