Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24648 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24648 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
My mouth turns down in a frown. What did my sister say again? It was something about how her daughter was going down the wrong path, preaching about God in Heaven and Hell hath no fury and all that brimstone and fire rhetoric that usually makes me zone out. But Patricia sounded so distraught that I actually said yes when she asked about packing her daughter off to Missouri. But I’d forgotten all about it up until now, and oh shit, but the door’s slamming me on the ass now.
After all, I’m a forty five year old single man, and as I approach the porch, my niece looks up. Damnit, she’s young and the breath catches in my throat. Hadley has the biggest blue eyes I’ve ever seen, and her angelic face is framed with wavy blonde hair. Her body is very curvy with a butt that looks heavy and full, and large breasts that bounce the moment she turns to face me.
“Uncle Frank?” she asks in an innocent tone. “Hi, I’m Hadley. Did my mom mention that I was coming?”
I swallow hard as I drag my eyes away from that curvaceous body and back up to her face, trying to shake the tinge of lust that’s crept into my loins. There’s no reason for me to be feeling like this. After all, Hadley’s my niece for crying out loud! Maybe I never had much of a relationship with her mom, but still, I am Hadley’s uncle.
“Yeah hi, I’m Frank,” I mutter after clearing my throat. Enough of being a horny asshole. I can’t be thinking about this woman like that. “Yeah, Pat mentioned you were coming for a stay.”
The beautiful blonde nods.
“Oh good,” she burbles happily. “You never know with Patricia sometimes. She’s so busy with her congregation that sometimes she just plain forgets. So here I am!” Hadley finishes, grabbing the duffel beside her on the porch. Thankfully, it’s not big and I mentally try to remember how long she’ll be here for. Just a few days right? Judging from the bag, she doesn’t have more than that packed.
“Come on in,” I grunt, nodding my head toward the front door before pulling it open. The farmhouse isn’t huge but there’s a homey living room, a full kitchen off to the side with an attached eating area, as well as two bedrooms and a bathroom in back. “There isn’t too much to see. The kitchen is that way, the bathroom is that way, and the bedrooms are over here. Let me show you to yours,” I grunt. Obviously, I sound like a bear but it’s because I’m trying to mask my arousal to this girl. She’s my niece, so being gruff and dismissive is better than revealing my true attraction to the Venus trailing behind me.
With a quick push, I throw open the door to the second bedroom. It’s a small room, and thankfully, the sheets were changed just last weekend. There’s a rocking chair in the corner, as well as a worn dresser.
“I would have offered you the bigger one if I’d known you were coming. Sorry, it slipped my mind,” I say, running a hand through my black hair.
But Hadley merely smiles and shakes her head, stepping into the room.
“No, no,” she murmurs. “This is your house, Uncle Frank. Of course you should stay in the bigger bedroom because I don’t want to put you to any trouble.” But then, she raises a perfectly arched brow at me. “You do know that I have no idea how to farm, right?”
I nod slowly.
“I figured. You’re a city girl, right?”
The pretty blonde nods.
“Yep, which also means I’m not very good at cooking either. You see, in Manhattan everyone gets take-out, and I’m one of those everyones. It’s literally easier to buy food than to cook it when you have a kitchen the size of a postage stamp.”
I shouldn’t find Hadley’s attitude—or anything else about her, for that matter—attractive, but I do. She’s just so different from the women of Parson, who could probably wrestle a steer to the ground and then bake ten pies in a single day. Her blonde hair is shiny and long, smelling of a fragrant shampoo, and I’d love to run my fingers through those luscious locks. But I clamp down on the urge because it’s wrong. This is my niece, and I need to act like an adult.
As a result, I merely shrug.
“You’ll learn,” is my curt reply as I turn away. “I’m exhausted after spending all night with a cow. Make yourself at home because I need to catch some shut eye.”
There’s a faint ‘goodnight’ before I close the door and step down the hall to my bedroom. After letting myself into the darkened master bedroom, I lean against the door, closing my eyes and trying to collect myself, but it doesn’t work. All I can see are images of Hadley’s innocent face and buxom breasts swimming before me. What would she look like without that t-shirt? Are her nipples a pale pink, or a vivid rosy red?