Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“I just need to sell it. I need it out of my grandfather’s name.”
“Speaking of which, I checked with the county, and there aren’t any liens on it. It’s good that he’s up to date with his taxes.”
The anger that’s still lingering inside of me for my cousin wants me to open my mouth and explain what was supposed to happen with the property, but that’s not really any of Will’s business. Although we were pretty close friends in the past, there are a lot of years separating us now, and I just don’t feel comfortable giving him those details now.
“Whatever we can get for it will help my grandfather,” I say instead.
I expect a nod from him in understanding not a look that says he has a million questions he wants to ask.
“Do you need a loan?”
“What?” I jerk my head back, this question being the very last one I’d expect.
“A loan, Sylvie. I’d rather you hold on to the land because it’s only going to increase in value over the next ten years, so if you need a lo—”
“I do not need a loan,” I snap, angrier than I should be. “I just need to get this done, so I never have to come back here again.”
This town holds so many memories for me, but after what happened yesterday, I can’t wait to get home and never see Telluride nor Spade ever again.
“I’ll need proof that you hold the power of attorney for your grandfather,” he says instead of questioning my outburst.
I pull the paperwork from the folder Faith put together for me and hand it over.
The next twenty minutes is him explaining paperwork for me to sign, and when we’re done, I have no desire to linger.
My irritation really has nothing to do with Will, but the sooner I can get out of his office, the quicker I can get home.
“I appreciate you doing this for me,” I say as we step back out on the concrete, the cold winter air stabbing right through me.
“Of course,” he replies. “Glad to help.”
I offer him my hand to shake, but he looks down at it with a grin before pushing it away and wrapping his arms all the way around me.
I stand stock still as he presses his nose into my neck, and I feel him everywhere. I feel his warm breath on my neck, his hands getting dangerously close to my ass, and the beginning of an erection pressing into my lower belly.
“Umm, it was good seeing you,” I say as I take a step back, feeling genuinely uncomfortable for the first time since running into him yesterday.
“If you have any questions, feel free to call, and if you find yourself back in town, my door is always open. I’m certain my guest bed is much more comfortable than the fifteen-year-old mattresses at Carla’s bed-and-breakfast.”
Will bends a little so he can see Spade’s face, giving him what looks like a victorious wave before walking back into his office building.
I stand there stunned at whatever the fuck just happened, knowing I’d never take that man up on his offer.
I told Spade yesterday that Will never made me come, and that’s the truth. What I didn’t tell him was that things never got far enough between us for him to even have the opportunity. Kissing as fumbling young teens was all that ever happened between us, and since Will was too shy to take a risk of more, it ended there.
I can’t look at the man in the driver’s seat as I climb back inside, and he doesn’t seem very interested in talking either as he backs out of the parking spot and directs my car back toward Farmington.
Before we even hit the highway, I’m wondering if there’s any magical cure to make me forget Dylan “Spade” Pratt because as much as I don’t want to even think of him, I know I’m going to be fighting thoughts of him for a very long while.
Chapter 18
Spade
“That guy’s a fucking creep,” I mutter not fifteen minutes into the drive back home.
I keep my eyes focused out the windshield, waiting for her to argue with me, but she doesn’t speak.
“It’s not that I’m jealous or anything,” I clarify. “I just deal with creeps for a living. I fucking know one when I see them.”
At this she scoffs. “Have you ever taken a long, hard look in the mirror? You’re not exactly the poster boy for chivalry yourself.”
“This isn’t about chivalry, Sylvie.”
“Stop saying my name,” she hisses.
I grip the steering wheel even tighter. If I thought it would make a difference in her attitude, I’d pull the damn car over to the side of the road and finger her feisty ass to orgasm.
Although I’ve never understood guys who go all fucking possessive over a woman, I’m left wondering if that’s exactly what’s going on now. If she hadn’t stepped back from Will on the sidewalk earlier when he damn near cupped that perfect ass of hers, I would’ve beat his face bloody.