One Tasty Pucking Meet Cute (Frosty Harbor #2) Read Online Penelope Bloom

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Frosty Harbor Series by Penelope Bloom
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
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Everything went like I hoped except for the no regrets part. But as long as I don’t admit that out loud to anyone, I can keep pretending I have no doubts about making the right choice.

Then again, Nolan’s personality did a complete 180 after the break-up. He went from being the reserved, kind man I knew to some kind of relentless playboy who can’t seem to stand the thought of a night alone. It should give me some reassurance that I made the right call, but some part of me can’t accept that the person he is showing to the media is the real him.

Either way, I could kill Grams. Having to face him again before I’m ready is her fault. She likes to say “what will kill me has not yet been born,” but maybe she shouldn’t be so sure, because I could strangle her right now.

I walk out to the front porch and into the cold, pulling up her name and tapping it on my phone.

Grams picks up, her voice cheery. “Yoo-hoo.”

“Grams,” I say slowly. “If this is supposed to be a joke, I’m not laughing.”

“You made it to the cabin? Great. Is my young bull there, yet? Tell him I put on something special for him tonight, if he wants to come see me.”

I take a few deep breaths. I may want to kill her right now, but she’s still the only family I have left. I’m not sure I’m quite ready to take her out of this world and leave myself alone. Yet.

“I’m going to need you to fix this,” I say. “Nolan isn’t the same guy I broke up with two years ago. He’s all over the media. Apparently, the nice, charming guy I knew is gone. Now he’s some kind of bad boy womanizer. It’s ridiculous, and I have absolutely zero interest in that kind of guy.”

“Bah. You can’t trust everything you see on the tube. Besides, what is there to fix? You should be thanking me. Look, Mia. I know some circles would call it taboo or dirty or what have you, but I’m willing to share him. If you want to have my sloppy seconds, he’s all yours. I’m in bed at 7PM sharp, anyway. Just send him to me for the first shift and you take the second. It’s really not that complicated, so calm your pretty little head down and enjoy this.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Grams. Serious talk, please.”

There’s a pause. “Have I ever steered you wrong, sweetie?”

A few dozen examples of her doing exactly that pop into my mind. “Yes,” I say flatly.

“Okay, but recently?” she asks.

“Yes?”

Another pause. “Well, don’t you trust your Grams?”

“No?”

She sighs. “Tough cookies, kid. I did a thing, and now we’re all going to have to deal with the consequences. Sometimes, that’s life. But I think you’ll thank me. Someday. Unless I die a horrible, sad, tragic death before you get the chance, I suppose. And then you’ll just have to spend the rest of your days thinking how you let your poor old Grams finally get axed by her enemies and you never forgave her. I imagine that would be quite the burden. Just something to think about, Dearie.”

I roll my eyes. “First of all, I really don’t think you’re going to get assassinated. And second, you wouldn’t need to be forgiven if you stopped doing insane things. Have you considered that?”

“If you don’t die by assassination, you’re not living hard enough. Put that shit on my gravestone.”

“So that’s it?” I ask. “You did a thing and that’s that? You really don’t have a backup plan? One of your other rentals I can use?”

“Nope. Gotta go, though. My wax machine just finished heating up. Gotta do a little landscaping, if you know what I mean. Toodles.”

She ends the call and I’m left on the porch, chewing my nails.

I storm inside and throw my hands up. “That’s it. This is officially a disaster. Grams isn’t changing the booking and I’ve got nowhere else to stay. I can’t imagine how this could get any worse.”

Caroline laughs in a way that makes me round on her, fists balled. “What?” I ask through my teeth. “What does that nervous little weasel laugh you just did mean?”

Andi bulges her eyes, then stares at the floor as if it might contain the secrets of life.

What do they know that they haven’t told me?

“Okay,” Caroline says, lifting her palms and speaking slowly. “You have to promise you won’t try to end my life before I agree to tell you this.”

“I don’t like to make promises I’m not sure I can keep,” I say.

Caroline and Andi exchange a look.

“Andi,” Caroline says. “Mind standing in front of that knife block and not letting Mia near it for me?”

Andi nods and rushes to the kitchen. I’m shifting my gaze between the two of them. What could they possibly be so worried about telling me? What could top the news that I’m going to have to figure out how to sort through this double booking mess with my ex, who has decided to turn into a raging playboy since we broke up?


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