Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
As soon as I walked into the large room at the community center, I saw Harlee. She was dressed in a red dress that hugged her curvy body perfectly. Her brown hair was piled up on her head in some fancy updo, or whatever they called it. Curls fell randomly around her neck and face. She wore a little makeup, but not much. She didn’t need makeup at all, if you asked me. But it was the red lips that had my dick jumping in my pants.
When she walked, I saw the high slit and her exposed leg, and I let out a low groan. I knew what my dreams would be about tonight—and who would be starring in them. I couldn’t count how many times I’d woken up with my dick in my hand after having a dream about Harlee. I always had to finish myself off so I could get some sleep. All the while thinking of her.
Harlee looked around the room and caught my eye. I gave her the slightest nod before I strolled over to the bar. I could feel her eyes on me the entire time, and it took everything I had not to smile.
I ordered a drink and waited patiently. I knew she wouldn’t rush over. No, not my Harlee. She’d make me sit here and wait.
Earlier that morning, I’d sent her a text saying I had to speak to her and that it was urgent. She’d texted back to ask what it was about. When I’d said I had some news about Ms. Seaside, I quickly saw the dots bouncing on my cell phone. We’d agreed to talk here, at the dance, since I’d given her some lame excuse about why I couldn’t meet her beforehand.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Harlee heading to the bar. She walked up next to me and ordered a shot. I smiled as I finished off my drink.
“Are you free right now?” I asked.
With a quick glance at me, she forced herself to smile. “I am.”
“Great. Head out the exit toward the hall with the bathrooms. Third door down on the left is unlocked. I’ll meet you in there.”
“Is this necessary, Brax?” she asked with a frustrated expression on her face.
“I wouldn’t have said I needed to speak to you if I didn’t think it was.”
Sighing, she turned and headed toward the exit. I finished off my beer, glanced around the room to make sure no one was watching, and followed Harlee in the same direction.
Once I stepped into the hall, I sped up and found her pacing in the small office. I shut the door, and before I could say a word, she spoke first.
“What in the hell is this all about, Brax?”
“I told you. Ms. Seaside.”
“What about her?” Harlee asked, her voice dripping with boredom. I knew better. She wanted to know what I knew, no matter how blasé she acted.
“I’ve been doing some snooping the last couple of months.”
Harlee’s eyes widened slightly, though had I not been paying extra attention to every detail of her face, I might not have noticed.
“You’re not the only one,” she said. “In fact, I thought you and Palmer were both working on trying to figure out who it is.”
I laughed. “In case you haven’t noticed, Harlee, Palmer is a bit busy falling in love.”
She sighed and looked away. “I’ve noticed.”
The hint of sadness in her voice almost made me call this whole plan off.
Almost.
“I told her I was giving up the search…but then something happened.”
Harlee snapped her head to look at me. “What do you mean?”
With a smirk, I waited a beat before saying, “I think I might know who it is.”
She swallowed hard. “You…you do?”
I nodded. “I’m not sure, but Sutton—or maybe it was Addie—remembered you saying something about the lighthouse.”
Her face went pale, and I internally fist pumped. One for me. Zero for Harlee.
“I went there on Tuesday a couple of weeks ago.”
Harlee nodded, but I could tell it took everything in her to do it in a controlled manner. She tried to talk but her voice cracked, so she cleared her throat and tried again. “Okay, is that supposed to mean something? Tuesday?”
“I’ve been watching the staff and noticed the same few guys coming and going every Wednesday. So I followed one of them, and they went to the ferry and over to Lighthouse Island. I sat in the parking lot of that ferry drop off for a month, sunup to sundown each Wednesday.”
Harlee let out a disbelieving laugh. “You really do want to find this person.”
“I do. It’s apparent the woman doesn’t like me, and I’d like to have a little talk with her.”
Harlee whispered, “A talk?”
I smirked. “Anyway, I must have missed her, or she doesn’t go on Wednesdays.”
She raised a single brow. “How do you know it’s a her?”