Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Half an hour later, we make it to the campsite and I look around at our massive patch of grass, surrounded by trees which is when I realise there’s no bathroom, nowhere to shower, nowhere to give me any sort of privacy but what I do notice is the truck parked by the dirt road that leads in and out of here.
You’re kidding me. The hike was part of the damn bonding exercise.
I know management wanted us to bond as a team by throwing us into this situation but they would have gotten the same results had they locked us in the arena for a few days. At least that way there would have been bathrooms, food, and air-conditioning.
Once the whole group makes it into the clearing, they all scatter as they find the best spot to set up their tents. With nothing to set up, I consider heading into the trees and searching out a log or a big-ass rock to use as a seat but instead, I head over and help Logan and Jax with their tents but as I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing, I get put on pole duty.
As I stand and hand the guys their poles, I find myself in awe. They find these tasks so impossibly easy while something like this is an absolute nightmare to me, I mean, there’s a reason I don’t go camping, apart from the fact I have no one to go with. Jaz would laugh in my face and it would be way too hard with Brendan.
“What are you staring at?” Jax asks, breaking me out of my inner thoughts.
“I just don’t get how something so big fit into that little thing,” I say as I point out the bag that the tent had just come out of.
Logan let’s out a scoff from the opposite side of his tent before calling out for us to hear, “Babe, big things were meant to fit into tight spaces.”
Oh geez. “Stop calling me that,” I call back but I struggle to keep the laughter out of my voice.
“I would if you didn’t like it so much,” he quips.
I let out a huff because let's face it. I do like it.
From here on out, I ignore Logan as best I can. “How’d you learn to do all this?” I ask Jax as he finishes up his tent.
“That guy,” he says nodding his head in Logan’s direction. “The triplets we’re like my big brothers growing up but I was closest with Logan. He taught me how to skate.”
“Really?” I ask in complete and utter interest. “So, you know him pretty well?”
“Yep,” he says lowering his voice and taking a step in my direction, “That’s how I know he likes you.” I look to Jax with a question deep in my eyes, urging him to continue. “Look, I can’t begin to understand what goes through Logan’s mind but it’s perfectly clear that, to him, there’s something different about you.”
“What makes you so sure?” I question, quietly.
He looks at me intently, begging me to figure it out. "He has never chased a girl before, yet here he is, stalking you at clubs and acting as your personal chauffeur. He's used to women coming to him but you keep cutting him down and the fact he keeps coming back for more, it's clear he wants you."
I think it over but Jax isn’t finished just yet. “Logan is an amazing guy and I think you’d be an idiot if you turned him down before you got to know him. He’s not the dumb-ass jock people expect him to be.”
“I know,” I say with a nod. Anyone who has spent any time with the guy would be able to see he isn’t a dumb-ass jock and I’m not blind, I can tell he likes me and I have no idea why but what worries me is that he’ll take me out a few times before he realises that I’m nothing special, just a messed-up girl with an even messed-up past.
“What’s going on over here?” Logan asks as he struts over looking like sex on legs.
"Jax and I have fallen madly in love, we were planning on running away together and would have made it if you didn't interrupt us," I tease.
“I would have believed that a year ago,” Logan grunts.
I turn to Jax with a raised eyebrow, sensing a story that needs to be told but from the tone of Logan’s voice, it could be a touchy subject.
“Come on,” Logan says as he nods his head in the direction of the truck. I do as I’m told and together we head over to the truck.
“I can’t believe they made us walk when there was a road that leads right in,” I murmur.
“Yeah, they’re dickheads like that,” he chuckles as we reach the truck. He reaches into the back and pulls out two fold-up chairs and a freaking axe.