Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
I stop short when I get close to the table. Shadow and Kid, as they introduced themselves a few weeks ago, are very good looking guys. The man with them tonight? I don’t know that I’ve ever seen such a beautiful creature before. Tattoos cover both arms from the wrists, disappearing under the sleeves of his t-shirt. His baseball hat does nothing to hide his soulful brown eyes and perfectly pouty lips, lips that are turned up in a knowing smirk as I make my way to their table.
I steel my expression immediately. He has bad boy written all over him. I cut my eyes to the table where Bobby is sitting. Thankfully his face is turned up watching something on the huge TV on the wall. I pray these guys behave tonight. This is the first time they, along with my husband, have been here together. They haven’t been inappropriate by normal standards, but Bobby’s standards aren’t normal. He’s a wuss when it comes to confronting other men, so any perceived transgression will be taken out on me, of that I’m certain.
“Hey guys,” I say with a smile as I near the table. “What can I get for you tonight?”
Although the smiling stranger remains silent, I can feel his scrutinizing gaze on my face. I cut my eyes to him. Biggest mistake I could’ve ever made. Once my eyes meet his, I’m locked in place, and I can’t look away. It’s as if I’m entranced and it’s up to him to give me permission to break my gaze.
“Don’t worry, honey,” I hear one of the guys say breaking the trance. I look over and see that it’s the creepy one who spoke. “All of the ladies react that way when they see Prez.” Creepy guy slaps the tattooed bad boy on the back.
Prez? My eyes cut to the patch over his heart on his worn leather vest. PRESIDENT.
I blush at being called out for my apparent appreciation of the leader of their group.
“Enough, Wrench,” the president chides. “Hey, darlin’,” he says with a mischievous smirk that makes my stomach flutter.
“Coors?” I ask hoping for a quick escape. Anything to get away from this man and the mouth that my eyes can’t seem to tear themselves away from.
“Please,” the president says drawing my attention back to his pouty lips.
I clear my throat, spin around, and leave the table. What the hell is wrong with me? I give Bobby a quick glance; thankfully his eyes are still glued to the TV. Not once have I ever even thought about cheating on Bobby, and I’m not thinking about it now, but there is just something about that man that has me… interested. I would never cheat. It’s not a moral issue for me at this point but rather a means of survival. Bobby would put the last nail in my coffin if he even suspected the thoughts I just had over that stranger’s mouth.
I give my head a slight shake and head to the bar to fill their drink order. I have a bad feeling about tonight, and my gut instinct is usually right on track.
Chapter 2
Kincaid
A celebration. That’s what’s going to happen tonight.
Josie has been found. She’s not in the greatest of health, but the doctors say she’ll make a full recovery. My cousin doesn’t have to suffer the loss of the woman he loves. Today’s a great day, one I didn’t think could get any better. That was until I walked into Drifter’s Bar. The guys have been talking about the hot waitress for weeks now. I’m here to have a few beers, but a scenic view in the form of a good-looking woman is always a plus.
We make our way to the back corner of the bar; the best strategic location to keep an eye on the entire situation. Diligence, even in a social setting, is what keeps a man safe. They don’t even have to point her out; I could’ve picked her out of a lineup of a hundred good-looking women. Good-looking? The phrase doesn’t even do her justice. She’s gorgeous. I’d say perfect when looking at her long, blonde hair and full breasts, but she seems a little sad when I look into her dark, blue eyes.
I follow her with my eyes as she takes orders and delivers drinks in the fifteen minutes that it takes her to make her way to our table. I can’t help but smirk when she stops cold the first time her eyes land on me. Yeah, yeah, sweetheart. It’s just a pretty face.
She seems to gain control of herself again and walks to the table with a smile I can tell she’s having a hard time keeping under control.
“Hey, guys. What can I get for you tonight?” The voice of an angel if I’ve ever heard one.