Riggs (Arizona Vengeance #11) Read Online Sawyer Bennett

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Arizona Vengeance Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
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“Got it,” she says with a sound nod.

“Now,” I say with a bright smile, “let’s get to work. We have post-Christmas sales going on, and I expect lots of customers today.”

CHAPTER 8

Riggs

I’m not sure why I’m doing this, but I’m going to chalk it up to fulfilling my obligations as a big brother and custodian of Janelle’s welfare.

I’m going to check out the bookstore where Janelle works, and get a better look at things.

It’s my duty, after all.

I mean, Aaron is trustworthy, which means Clarke is trustworthy, and I’m sure she’ll take great care of my sister. But that Veronica is questionable, in my opinion, and she has a direct influence on Janelle since she’s the one training her.

And the one who vomited Christmas all over my condo, although admittedly, it made Janelle happy, so that’s what counts.

I’m not sure why that woman rubbed me the wrong way from the beginning, but it’s piqued my interest enough to find the answer.

You know… purely from a protective brother standpoint.

Nothing at all to do with the fact she’s been plaguing my thoughts, and I may have ruminated one too many times on the way she looked in my T-shirt. My conscience may have been rubbed raw by her assertions that I wasn’t doing right by my sister, which is probably why I don’t like the woman, but still…

I need to know more.

With only five minutes until quitting time, I figure I’m not being intrusive when I walk into the bookstore, my entrance announced by bells over the door. I glance around and note a few things right off the bat.

First, there aren’t any other customers, and I’m not sure if that’s because it’s almost closing or Clarke doesn’t have much business, but neither one is my problem.

Second, I don’t see Clarke or Janelle but instead lock eyes on Veronica, perched atop a step stool feather dusting knickknacks on a high shelf.

“I’ll be with you in a second,” she says brightly without taking her eyes off her task.

Which I imagine is a safety precaution given she’s perched on the top step wearing what have to be four-inch, black patent leather heels, along with a formfitting dress in a deep red that stops right at her knees. To reach the uppermost shelf, she’s on her tiptoes, which highlights her toned calves, and while she’s got her attention elsewhere, I do a slow perusal upward, noticing every fucking curve under that dress.

Christ. I rub my hand over my face and search blindly around the store for Janelle so I can grab her and we can get out of here.

“Oh,” Veronica says in a dull voice, and my eyes snap back her way. I find her looking over her shoulder at me in displeasure. “It’s you.”

She’s impolite, bordering on rude. I kind of want to kick the side of the step stool to make it wobble.

Of course, I’d be there to catch her and—

Jesus fuck, dude. Stop thinking like that.

“I’m here for Janelle.” My tone is lazy and disinterested in her disinterest in me.

“Well, I sure as hell didn’t assume you were here to see me,” she replies blandly and somehow manages to descend elegantly in those heels. I have to bury my hands in my pockets to not offer gentlemanly assistance, but I stand at the ready with catlike reflexes should she fall. When she reaches the ground, she pivots to face me, lips pressed flat. “She’s in the back, straightening up the stockroom. I’ll go get her.”

“No bother,” I reply, looking down at my watch as if to verify I have time to wait, knowing I do. I have no plans tonight other than to take Janelle out for dinner. “Let her finish up.”

Veronica inclines her head in acknowledgment and turns away from me without another word. She walks—no, sashays in that painted-on dress with high heels—to the counter and steps around it. I note it’s not merely the dress and heels, but the entire package. She’s wearing large diamond studs in her ears, a diamond bracelet, and diamond rings. I can’t tell the brand of watch on her left wrist, but I can tell it’s expensive. I have to wonder why a woman who obviously has plenty of money is working in a bookstore.

I also have to wonder why I care. This woman shouldn’t interest me at all. And yet, I find myself prodding. “Is Janelle underdressed for the job?” I ask.

Veronica frowns and drawls, “No. Is there a reason you ask?”

I wave my hand in her general direction. “It’s just… the way you’re dressed… I wondered.”

Veronica’s frown deepens and she glances down at herself, then back to me. “The way I’m dressed?”

“All fancy and shit,” I reply with a smirk.

“All fancy and shit,” she repeats my words, except her cool tone and icy stare tell me I’ve offended.


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