Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
“Pretty flowers and a night out would do wonders, too,” the woman suggested.
“I’ll do that,” Joel told her.
Jesus, breakfast would be over before he could get back to the club with their jibber-jabbering.
“You mind giving Joel marital advice after I check out?”
The woman turned her head, a strange expression crossing her face when she recognized him. “Excuse me. I didn’t realize someone was behind me. I’ll get out of your way.” She picked up a plastic bag and a cup of coffee then maneuvered away on her crutches, out of the way. “I better be going, Joel. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Have a fantastic day, Larissa!” Joel called after her.
Balefully, Moon stared at the cashier.
Turning red, Joel started ringing up his purchases. “Anything else?”
After adding two packs of cigarettes, Moon paid after Joel gave him the total. Taking his items, he started to leave, but then Moon raised an eyebrow to the cashier. “You aren’t going to tell me to have a fantastic day?” he mocked.
Joel turned a brighter shade of red. “Sure… have—”
Shaking his head at the embarrassed man, Moon walked to the door. He would kiss Joel’s ass if the fucker had actually cooked and did the dishes for his wife.
Mandy worked at the factory and had just come back from maternity leave a couple of days before. He had heard her talking during their lunchbreak, complaining about Joel. Moon didn’t need to be a psychic to see a divorce in Joel’s near future.
Coming out of the door, he raised his cup to his lips to combat the cold, which was about to attack him.
“Watch where—”
Startled at the female voice directly in front of him, Moon started to lower his cup at the same time his body came into contact with the woman who had just left.
“What the fuck?”
The force of their bodies coming into contact had his coffee tilting toward her before he could stop. In a split-second, he had to decide to keep the coffee from spilling or saving her from falling on the crutches. If he let her fall, she would trip over the step and hit her head on the corner post right behind her. He had just tasted the lukewarm coffee; she was better off getting wet.
Moon let the coffee cup complete its trajectory when they bumped together, then grabbed her by her forearms to steady her.
Gaping up at him through a sodden clump of damp hair, she jerked her crutch back under her arms. “Dude! What’s your problem with me?” she snarled at him. “Either you’re trying to take me out, or you’re the world’s biggest klutz. Which one is it?”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“You’re blaming me?”
Larissa gaped at him. “You think this is my fault?”
The big jerk’s eyes widened, as if he couldn’t believe she wasn’t accepting responsibility.
“I’m the one who you’ve almost bowled over twice!”
“How was I supposed to know you were on my ass yesterday? I was going out the door when you came barging in. You’re obviously looking down at the ground instead of watching what’s ahead.”
“I’m the one not watching? You turned around yesterday without looking, and when you came out of the store, you were too busy sucking that coffee cup to care that anyone was coming inside!”
“I was watching where I was going,” he argued.
“I was watching where I was going, too,” she countered.
“Why were you coming back inside?”
“I was coming back inside because, when I was getting into my car, I found a cell phone on the ground and was bringing it inside.” Realizing she must have dropped it when they bumped into each other, she looked down at the ground. “There it is.” Larissa pointed to where the cell phone was lying next to the newspaper machine. She could tell from his surprised expression whose phone it was.
“It must have slipped out of my pocket when I went up the step,” he admitted with a pained expression.
When there was no thanks forthcoming, Larissa hopped on her good foot to start back toward her car.
God, why on earth had she had sex with that man? The sex voice, which had lured her toward the bed, was missing, for sure. She didn’t have to be told he wasn’t attracted to her; his treatment of her made it glaringly obvious. She bet, if she looked like one of the women Priscilla had told her about, he would have gone down on his knees to beg her forgiveness.
Opening her car door, she glanced in his directions as he picked the items he had purchased off the ground. Moon’s total disregard for her feelings had anger flowing through her veins.
Bracing her hand on the roof of her car, she let her fury fly. “I just moved to Treepoint, and if you’re an example of the men who live in this town, I feel sorry for the women. You are so full of yourself, no wonder you can’t see where you’re going—your big head won’t look down.”