Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 71625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
And that was how the next four hours went until another paramedic, this one from Texas, came to relieve me.
I’d had to pee for the last hour, and it was the best thing ever to see the beautiful redhead.
“Hi!” she chirped. “I’m Winter. Where do you want me?”
I quickly explained what was going on, and then I bowed out. “I have to pee something fierce. I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to head out and find a bathroom.”
Winter gestured with a thumb up. “I’ll be here when you get back.”
I quickly hurried out of the tent and found the first official person I saw. It was a man in a cowboy hat.
“Excuse me,” I said.
The man turned, and I was struck with a feeling deep in my gut.
Holy shit, the man was hot.
Like a Viking. And oh, man. His beard! That cowboy hat! Yum. A Viking cowboy. I never knew I had those kinds of fetishes, but here we were. I had the hots for a biker cop, and now there was this really yummy looking Viking cowboy…who also happened to be a cop.
The shiny badge pinned on his shirt said so.
Texas Ranger.
Rawr.
“Yeah?”
“Do you know where the nearest bathrooms are?”
He studied me for a few short seconds, then nodded.
“Yeah, they’re that way.” He pointed across the parking lot that we were in.
I grinned. “Thank you, Mr. Texas Ranger.”
The Texas Ranger winked. “Griffin.”
I held up a thumb.
It didn’t matter how hot the guy was. I had to pee, and peeing trumped checking out hot guys…at least at this stage in my life.
I rushed as fast as my legs would allow me to rush in the direction that he’d pointed, and made it about halfway across the parking lot to the Boot Barn front doors when I nearly went down flat on my ass.
A man that was leaning against the glass doors started to chuckle, causing me to look up from my crouch.
I’d been able to save myself from hitting the water, but just barely.
By doing so, I’d had to plant my hands onto the grimy asphalt that was covered in about an inch of water.
I grimaced and stood up, carefully checking out my legs.
I felt fine.
In fact, the entire day, my legs had done exactly what I’d wanted them to do—move.
I had no weakness, which was a miracle in and of itself, and I was able to hold my weight.
I would’ve fist pumped had the guy not still been watching me.
As I shuffled more carefully to the front doors of Boot Barn, I stayed as far away from the man—who seemed vaguely familiar—standing at the door as I could.
He didn’t look creepy, really, but he gave off a creepy vibe, which meant that I would stay away from him as much as I could.
I opened the door and felt my heart fall when I saw that there was water inside as well as outside.
“Hi,” I said to the man behind the counter. “I need to use the facilities.”
The older man smiled.
He was old enough to be my grandfather.
“All the way to the back of the store and to the left. If you’re hungry, I have some food out on the counter, too,” he said. “Cajun food, jambalaya, red beans and rice. Shrimp. You name it, it’s in there. I told my Mimi to cook it all up since it was going to go bad anyway with the freezer being off. You’re more than welcome to a cup.”
I grinned and gave him a heartfelt smile. “I’ll take a look. I can smell it from here. It smells amazing.”
The old man winked. “Go on, dear.”
I did, stopping first at the bathroom before washing my hands and pulling out my phone.
Me (7:12 PM): Are you back yet?
Me (7:16 PM): I’m gonna grab a cup of this yummy smelling jambalaya for you. I’ll have it in the tent with me if you get back before I decide to eat it.
Smiling to myself, I looked around for something to serve the food with and realized there wasn’t anything.
I eyed the cups that were standing in a stack next to the metal tins of food and shrugged.
Scooping it up in the cup, I juggled both cups and made my way out into the main room again.
This time the creepy man was there talking to the older man.
My stomach clenched as I made my way past the racks of clothes to the front doors.
I smiled at the old man whose eyes were on me.
I intentionally kept my gaze from skittering to the creepy dude.
“Thank you so much for the food. It’s amazing.”
The old man nodded and waited until I was nearly out of the door before returning his gaze back to the man in front of him.
“Time to go, son,” I heard as the door closed fully behind me.