Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, and I promise after this, you won’t hear from me until, like, next week. But I am going to the grocery store tomorrow because you guys don’t have any delivery options here.”
“Welcome to the South. You can do this.”
“I can do this,” I agree, putting my phone down when we disconnect. I’m looking up at the stars with my elbows on my knees, just waiting.
The sound of someone approaching makes me look up, but all I can see are headlights. The truck stops behind mine, and the door opens on the black truck and one boot comes down before the other. My eyes roam from the boots to the jeans to the jacket to that fucking handsome gorgeous face. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” I throw my hands up in the air and spring up from the step. “Are your wife and kid in the car waiting for you?” I move my head to the side to check in his truck, and thank fucking God it’s empty because even I have to admit I sound like a lunatic. “You have some fucking nerve.”
He closes the distance to me. “Wait a second.” He holds up his hand. “If anyone should be pissed off in this situation, it’s me.” He shocks me so much I have no words, none. My mouth hangs open, then closes and then opens again, and nothing comes out. “Yeah, that’s right, Sweetheart, cat got your tongue?”
“Are you insane?” I finally find the words, which are not that much of a comeback, but they’re the only ones coming to mind. “Like, for real? You slept with me while your wife was at home?” I hiss, my head moving closer to him. “God, I can just imagine the dumb excuses you made.” I fold my arms over my chest. “Sorry I didn’t come home last night, a squirrel ate my keys.”
“Wife and kid? What the hell are you going on about?” He puts his hands on his hips.
“I’m talking about the child you were with at the Christmas fair, and don’t even pretend he isn’t your child. It’s like you cloned yourself.”
“Colson is my son,” he admits, “but I’m not married.”
“Oh, and the woman hanging off your arm like you hung the world and laughing at your lame-ass joke wasn’t with you?” I roll my eyes. “Please, spare me.”
“One, all my jokes are funny.” He holds up his finger. “And two, that was Patricia, who is Colson’s mother but not my wife, considering she is married to someone else,” he explains, and his eyebrows go up because whatever he was going to say, I could have bet it wasn’t going to be that. “Now, again, if anyone out of the two of us should be pissed, it should be me.” He points at himself.
“For what?” I shriek.
“For sneaking out on me in the middle of the night.”
“Okay, well, for one, it was the morning.” I glance to the side and avoid looking at him. “And two, I didn’t sneak out. It’s not my fault you didn’t hear me.”
He laughs, but you can tell it’s a fake laugh. “Did you make noise?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer. “Or did you tippy-toe out of my office and get dressed in the hallway, hoping I wouldn’t wake up? Got to say, loved watching you run to your car.”
I gasp. “You spied on me?” I put my hand to my chest, suddenly not shocked the bar would have cameras. “I can’t believe you did that.”
“Yeah,” he says, closing the gap to me, “and I can’t believe I’m going to do this either.” His hand grips my head and turns it to the side. His mouth crashes onto mine. I open my mouth, but I’m not sure if it’s to object or to make sure his tongue slides into my mouth. Either way, the two of us are making out in the middle of the driveway. His hand grips my hair tighter, while my hands come up to grip his jacket. I spent all week trying to remember what his kisses felt like. I would seek him out in my dreams, but nothing, and I mean nothing, can compare to the real thing.
“Fuck,” he groans when the phone in his pocket rings, “that’s Sofia.” He reaches behind him to grab the phone, only then letting my head go but gripping me around my waist to make sure I don’t go anywhere. “Yeah.” He puts the phone to his ear. “I just got here.” I bite my lower lip, trying to calm my nerves. “Oh, I’ll take care of her all right,” he assures her, and it sends a shiver through me. “Later.” He hangs up, putting the phone back in his pocket. “That was Sofia,” he confirms.