Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“Water it is,” he agreed.
“Come on. It’s pizza. If you’re not gonna have a beer, at least have a cocktail. We can make girlie shit,” Wells said, opening the box of pizza on the table that sat in front of the main sofa.
“Water is fine. Really.”
“Let her drink what the fuck she wants,” Sebastian snapped at him.
Wells rolled his eyes and grabbed another slice of pizza, then sat back down.
I decided to take the seat on the same sofa as Sebastian. Wells made me uneasy. I had been around him the least of the guys. Granted, he didn’t make me feel as edgy as Thatcher did though. Thankfully, he wasn’t here.
“Aren’t you leaving?” Sebastian asked, his gaze flickering over to Wells.
Wells finished chewing the food in his mouth and swallowed. “Yeah. Sure you two don’t want to join me?”
Storm held out my glass of water to me, then glanced over at Wells. “I might later.”
Wells smirked. “You got a thing for the new blonde, don’t you?”
He shrugged. “I wouldn’t call it a thing.”
“When Storm gets a thing for someone, it’ll be a cold day in hell,” Sebastian said, leaning forward to take the box of pizza and slide it closer to me. “Don’t be shy. Eat up.”
Setting down my glass of water, I took a piece of pizza and placed it on a napkin.
“You’ve forgiven King,” Wells said.
I glanced up at him. Had I forgiven King, or was it just unavoidable? My need for him was stronger than the damage he’d done. I wasn’t going to explain all that to Wells—or anyone for that matter—so I just nodded, then took a bite of the pizza.
Wells chuckled as he stood up. “Looks like things are gonna get interesting then.”
“Shut up,” Sebastian told him. The warning in his voice was clear.
I wanted to ask what he’d meant by that, but I continued to eat and stay silent.
“Fine. I’m heading out,” Wells said, standing up.
The relief that he was leaving came instantly. I didn’t much care for his company.
“See what they’re saying about the Derby predictions,” Storm said to Sebastian, ignoring Wells’s announcement.
I watched the large screen as he changed the channel.
“Empire is an early pick,” Sebastian told him as they both sat, focused on the men speaking about it.
“Hughes always gets the early pick,” Storm replied.
I didn’t understand what they were talking about, so I sat back and finished off the pizza, then picked up my water and slowly drank it while the two of them went back and forth about horses and odds.
By the time the sports show they were watching ended, they’d eaten most of the pizza, and Sebastian had refilled my water. I realized, at some point, I had relaxed. I felt comfortable and as if I belonged. Even if I had no idea what they were talking about.
“The sun is setting,” Sebastian said, standing up. “Come with me. I want to show you something.”
“Okay,” I replied, setting my glass back on the table and standing up.
“You think that’s smart?” Storm asked.
Sebastian rolled his eyes. “It’s a fucking sunset.”
The look in Storm’s eyes said he didn’t agree.
“Ignore him. But we need to hurry before we miss it,” Sebastian told me.
I gave him a small nod and then followed him from the room, down toward the main entrance, and outside. The evening breeze was cool, and I wrapped my arms around my chest. Sebastian saw me and frowned.
“Wait here,” he said and jogged back into the stables.
I liked seeing the sunset, and from what was said inside, I thought that he must be taking me to see a great view of it. However, I was chilly, and I didn’t want to stand out here in this longer than necessary.
Sebastian emerged from the stables then, carrying a hoodie. “Here,” he said, coming up to me. “Wear this.”
Grateful for some warmth, I took it and pulled it on over my tank top. “Thank you,” I said.
“No problem. Now, come this way.”
I followed him around the left side of the stables, then between two of the buildings. There was a ladder connected to the structure that looked as if it went to the roof.
“You first. I’ll go behind you in case you slip,” he said.
I wasn’t crazy about heights, but I wasn’t scared of them. I thought for a moment, then figured I might as well go on through with this. He’d brought me out here, and it would be rude to refuse to see it.
On the way up, I didn’t look down or think about how many feet I was from the ground below. At least I wasn’t cold. When I made it to the top, I paused.
“It’s okay. I promise,” Sebastian told me.
I’d gotten this far. I went ahead and climbed onto the roof and walked far enough back so that Sebastian could join me.