Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I never saw a “for sale” sign, so I figured the house had been abandoned, left behind by someone with no family while it rotted away on its foundation. The wood desperately needed to be treated and some of it probably needed to be replaced altogether. No matter the condition of the house, however, I hoped the person pulling up to it was the type to keep to themselves.
I wasn’t a hospitable person, nor was I willing to expose Lanie to some stranger.
I sliced stump after stump, knocking them off to the side. I was quickly building a stash that would last us for the rest of the winter. I had to start thinking about dinner since the nanny couldn’t stay late tonight, and I groaned just thinking about it. If my calculations were correct, I was due for a grocery trip within the next two days.
Which meant going into town and dealing with people. Shit.
“Aaaahhhh!”
The shrill shrieking sound of a woman’s voice pierced the air, and I whipped my head around to see who it was. The ax dropped from my hand as Lanie ran out onto the porch, the nanny on her heels as she swooped her up. The scream happened again, but this time it was more frantic, so I turned around to the two on the porch and held out my hand.
“Stay here,” I said.
I took off down the road and followed the path to the noise. It led me right up to the neglected home, the front door hanging open on its rusted hinges. I leaped onto the porch and barreled into the house, choking on the dust that flew into my face.
Through the dust, I was able to make out a woman who was stuck in the flight of stairs.
Her head whipped around to me and her eyes practically stopped me in my tracks. They were piercing green eyes and contrasted against her raven black hair. She was a sight for sore eyes. Even though she had a startled look on her face, I could see the stunning features of her face clear as day.
I strode over to the woman and took her in my arms, pulling her from the staircase and carrying her over to the couch.
She wrapped her arms around me, and I could feel her warmth; the way her luscious breasts pressed into my body and the way her curves sat against my muscles. It didn’t even occur to me that I still didn’t have my shirt on until I sat her on the couch, and her eyes lingered a little too long on my chest.
A dainty flush rose to her cheeks before she drew in a shuddering breath. Her skin was like porcelain, and her lips were glistening, drawing my eyes to them as my breath hitched in my throat.
“Thank you,” she said.
Even with the tears in her voice, it felt like silk against my ears.
Sitting on the rickety coffee table, I reached over for her leg.
“May I?” I asked
She nodded.
I gently picked up her leg. She was bleeding and badly scraped up. I couldn’t see how severe the gash in her leg was, but I could see several splinters that would need to be pulled, and her leg needed to be disinfected and bandaged.
“I guess the wood gave way underneath me,” she said.
I slowly rose my gaze to hers as I rolled her pants leg up.
“Doesn’t shock me,” I said.
I stopped rolling up her pant leg and allowed my hands to rest on her knee. I started pushing her knee cap around, making sure nothing was dislocated or broken. I slowly worked my way down until I got to the top of her bleeding shin, and that was when I saw her flinch.
I found myself curious as to why she was here.
“Do you live around here?” she asked.
Strike one. She wanted to be friendly.
“Down the road,” I said.
“Did you—?”
My eyes slowly rose back up to hers before I moved her leg down to the floor.
Her eyes were still roaming my body, and I had to bite back my smirk. I allowed my eyes to linger on her as she took in her fill, clocking her prominent cleavage. Her stomach was toned, and her waist dipped in before flaring into a pair of thighs that had my tongue begging for a taste. She was a gorgeous woman who was in way over her head with a place like this.
“Did I what?” I asked.
Her eyes snapped back up to mine before her neck flushed with that beautiful pink hue.
“Did you know the woman who used to live here?” she asked.
There was sadness in her eyes as she asked the question. Like she was searching for some kindred spirit to share in her anguish.
Of course, I didn’t fucking know anyone. That was the whole point of moving up here. No people, no women, and no fusses.