Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I should’ve told him to fuck off. I should’ve gotten up and walked out the door and never looked back, but I didn’t.
I believed him when he said he was sorry.
Don’t get me wrong.
I sulked.
I moped around and felt sorry for myself for days.
But after mulling it over, I managed to convince myself that James had a right to be mad. I told myself that my job wasn’t nearly as strenuous as the carpentry work James did, and I had no business laying down for a nap when I knew he would be expecting dinner when he got home.
I made myself believe that he had every right to be upset with me. It seemed I had my mother’s uncanny ability to manipulate any situation and make excuses, and in the end, I always found a way to convince myself that things weren’t as bad as they were.
But as one year rolled into the next, it became harder and harder to convince myself that I deserved the beatings. When I walked away, I promised myself I would never let anyone hurt me again—even if that meant keeping everyone at a distance. Thankfully, keeping people at a distance wasn’t all that hard. I liked being alone.
Being alone was easy.
It was uncomplicated.
It was safe.
And after the hell I’d been through, I needed safe more than anything, which is why I grabbed my cup of coffee and darted toward the gift shop the second I heard the loud rumble of motorcycles coming up the drive. I didn’t like strangers, especially big, burly ones like Smokey’s brothers.
I’d hoped that I could spend the better part of the morning hiding out there with Katie, but when I stepped into the storage room, I was disappointed to find that she was already putting the books away. “You’re already done with inventory?”
“Yep,” she answered proudly. “I knew we’d be busy this morning, so I started on it last night.”
“Oh, wow.” Trying not to sound disappointed, I told her, “That was smart of you.”
“I just wanted to make sure it was done before the crowds arrived.”
“Yeah, I don’t blame you there. It’s going to be pretty hectic soon.” I could hear Smokey’s brothers gathering outside, so I asked, “Is there anything else you need to get done?”
“Well, I still need to check the shelves and...”
Before she could finish her thought, the front door opened, and two of Smokey’s brothers stepped into the gift shop. One of them was tall and broad with a thick, dark beard sprinkled with gray and fierce, dark eyes that seemed to cut right through me. Just being in the same room with him made my blood run cold.
I was about to bolt when I spotted his friend.
He didn’t look menacing at all. In fact, he looked anything but.
He was tall like his friend with dark, perfectly tousled hair and alluring hazel eyes. With just one glance, my traitorous body was feeling things that it had no business feeling, especially for a man who represented everything that I was trying to avoid.
He had a bit of a swagger as he meandered through the gift shop, checking out the various jams and pottery bowls that lined the shelves. When he made it over to Katie and me, he lifted his perfectly chiseled chin, then cocked his brow as his eyes slowly roamed over me.
After several moments, a sexy smirk crept across his handsome face. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”
“No, I don’t guess we have.”
“Well, I’m Q.”
“Hmm. Okay.”
I couldn’t believe that I’d caught his attention. I was tired and hadn’t put a lot of effort into my appearance, and even if I had, it wouldn’t have made any difference. I was no beauty queen and certainly not the kind of girl you’d expect this guy to be interested in. He was hot and could have any woman he wanted. I figured he was just being nice, so I played along. “Nice to meet you.”
“You got a name?”
“I do.”
His smirk faltered as he asked, “You gonna tell me what it is?”
I had no idea why he was being so persistent. Nor did I care, so I answered, “No, I don’t believe I am.”
I held his gaze for a moment, hoping that he would see that I wasn’t interested in his advances, then turned and started walking toward the back. I thought that would be the end of our exchange, but sadly, it was just the beginning.
Q
“Hey, hold up!” I shouted as I started after the pretty blonde. “Where are you running off to?”
“I’m working. I’ve got things to do.”
“Yeah, I do, too. I was asking for your name.”
“I know. I heard you.”
Damn. This chick was cold-hearted.
I should’ve cut my losses and left, but this chick wasn’t just some stunner. I couldn’t leave without at least trying to shoot my shot. “I haven’t seen you here before.”