Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
She tilted her head, causing some of her hair to spill over her bare shoulder. It was going to take every ounce of self-control I had not to touch her.
“Are you going to rent it out? Is that what you mean by investment?”
I liked that she was so interested. Even if I couldn’t tell her complete truths. She wanted to know about me. She wasn’t busy talking about herself, but was genuinely curious about me.
“I’ve not decided. It is an option. I rent out the villas on my other islands. I was considering keeping this one as my own personal escape.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You don’t expect me to believe you don’t own some other personal escape already.”
If I didn’t know her financial situation, I would swear those lips of hers were filler. I wanted to bite that bottom lip so fucking bad.
“I do,” I admitted. I left out exactly how many and their locations.
She nodded and smirked. “I figured. What’s your favorite place to visit in the world?”
Right now, I couldn’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be than in this limo with her. “Santorini, Greece,” I replied instead.
Her eyes widened. “Oh, is that one of the Greek islands?”
I nodded. The wistful look on her face made me want to have Six drive us to the airport so I could fly her there in my plane instead of where we were headed.
“I bet it’s beautiful,” she replied. “Greece is on my bucket list, but France is first. I’ve wanted to see the Eiffel Tower in person since I was a little girl.”
I would tuck that piece of information away for future use. “It’s a tourist trap,” I replied.
She rolled her eyes at me. “Says the man who has traveled the world.”
“Where have you traveled?” I asked, wanting to know more about her than what the background checks had provided. I knew the basics, but I didn’t know the details.
She sighed. “Let’s see. I lived in two foster homes in North Carolina, and then after I won the camper, Gypsi and I traveled around most of the Southern states.”
“You won the camper?” I asked.
She grinned and nodded her head. “Yep. I hustled a group of men in a game of Texas Hold’em.”
“You hustled? What exactly do you mean by that?” I asked. My smile was so damn big that it hurt my cheeks.
“I mean, I hustled them. I acted like a silly, clueless nineteen-year-old girl who wanted to learn to play. I let them teach me and then begged to play. Lost a few hands and laughed with them. Then, when I had nothing but a few chips left, I played like I knew how.”
Unable to help myself, I ran the back of my middle finger down her neck, then felt her silky hair between my fingers. “You’re full of surprises.”
She bit down on her bottom lip, and my gaze locked in on it just as the limo came to a stop. I let her hair fall through my fingers and tore my eyes off that damn lip.
“I promised you pancakes,” I said, reaching for the door when Six opened it up.
If I didn’t get out of this limo with her, I was going to fuck her.
Fourteen
Fawn
Frozen blueberry pancakes and homemade pancakes with fresh blueberries were two different experiences. Then, don’t get me started on the difference between whipped topping in a can and freshly made. It was a good thing I couldn’t afford to eat like this. I’d need a home gym if I could. This was the best food I’d ever put in my mouth.
“If you want more …” Garrett drawled.
I felt my cheeks flush as I met his eyes. Then, I burst out laughing. I picked up my fancy cloth napkin and patted around my mouth for any whipped cream.
“I’m full,” I told him. Then, I laughed again.
He was grinning at me as he sat there, looking all expensive and powerful with his cup of coffee in his hand. I looked at his plate. He’d ordered four scrambled eggs, two slices of wheat toast, turkey sausage, and a cup of coffee. It was very healthy. Most of it was gone, but he’d not finished it all. Me, on the other hand? I’d all but licked my plate.
“I’m glad you enjoyed the pancakes,” he said.
“I did. More than any pancakes I have ever had, and trust me, Nina and Goldie can cook.” I paused for a moment, then decided there was no reason for me not to talk about my living at The Judgment clubhouse. “They are the two who cook for The Judgment MC,” I explained. “They’re married to members.”
He nodded his head once. “I know who they are. My daughter-in-law’s father is Liam Walsh.”
I felt my jaw go slack. Was he serious?
“I didn’t know.”
He shrugged. “Why would you?”