Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“You just don’t want me bringing dead deer heads past your office,” I teased.
“Caught me.” He winked. “But also, it’s closer to the outside. I think that’ll help when you deliver.”
I did deliver. I charged them a whack to do it, too. Which worked out very well for me.
“I need a new car I can deliver in,” I sighed, remembering the state my mother had left mine and that I’d sold it.
But I did have a grand in cash to play with I’d forgotten about…
Speaking of cash, it was sitting on my counter next to my wallet.
I left the room and Davis midconversation and headed downstairs.
The first thing I saw was the cash, all over the floor.
I sighed. “Bryan and Bo Seefus, y’all are assholes.”
“Repent and you will be saved.”
I ignored him and washed their food dishes, then went about picking up the scattered twenties.
Davis got down the stairs just in time to push a twenty at me with the toe of his boot as he walked to my counter and stopped.
“You don’t have a coffeepot.”
That’s right, I didn’t.
“That’s because I don’t like coffee,” I told him. “I barely can stand the smell, let alone the taste. I have a teapot, though.”
He snorted and said, “Come on. Let’s go.”
“I have to clean up their area really quick,” I said as I picked up the last twenty and hastily shoved them in the drawer.
I didn’t miss the way his eye twitched at the sight of all the bills facing different directions and backward.
Davis was very, very particular about which way he faced his bills in his wallet and whether they were up or down. I knew damn well and good what the sight of that money would do to him when he saw me toss it into the drawer.
It took him all of seven seconds before he yanked open the drawer and rearranged the money before he shut it.
I smirked at him when he caught me staring.
“Ready?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yep.”
“I want to stop and check on Finn and my sister, then we can go to the office,” he admitted.
“Let’s grab some donuts, or some of those Chick-fil-A biscuits and take them over there to eat. Then we can go to the office,” I suggested.
He nodded, and away we went.
I wasn’t surprised to find him going to the donut place and not Chick-fil-A. Chick-fil-A was about twenty minutes farther away, and it was a treat.
That was his mistake, though. Because when I went into the donut store, it took me fifteen minutes to pick everything that I wanted.
At some point, the line had even backed up, but I didn’t mind. With the formidable Davis at my back, protecting me from being touched or crowded in any way, I knew I could take as much time as I needed.
The biggest surprise was when I was finished, he hadn’t lost his shit at my indecision.
The cute little kid behind the counter almost did, though.
“What flavor icing is that on the glazed donuts with the ghost sprinkles?” I asked.
And why were there ghost sprinkles in the middle of the year?
“It’s colored icing, ma’am,” the kid replied, his eyelid twitching. “They all are except for the strawberry donuts. That icing is strawberry flavored.”
I nodded. “Okay. I’ll take one of each of those.” I pointed at all the ones with vanilla icing on them, though they were different colors.
He hastily grabbed everything, shut the box, then taped it with a piece of tape.
“How much?” I asked excitedly when he placed the box on the top divider.
One look from Davis and the kid shut his mouth, pushed the donuts farther toward us, and said, “No charge.”
I frowned, but Davis grabbed my hand and tugged me out of the building, keeping his body between me and the miffed customers.
It wasn’t my fault they only had one incompetent kid!
The ride to his house was awkward. I had to ride with the box of donuts between us, and he had to drive under the speed limit to make sure that I didn’t fall off.
When we arrived, it was to find Sara on the porch, about to knock on the door.
She took one look at us and her mouth fell open.
“Well,” Davis said conversationally, “looks like maybe we need to tell her.”
He got off, then pulled me with him.
Taking the box of donuts, he headed to the front porch.
“I freakin’ knew it!” she cried. “All these years, I’ve been waiting for y’all to admit what I saw, and then bam! You finally pull the trigger and leave me in the dark!”
I blinked rapidly at her.
“What kind of donuts did you get?” she asked when neither one of us said a word.
“Umm,” I said. “Everything that they had, pretty much. I even got some frosted blueberry cake ones. They’re delicious.”
“How do you know they’re delicious?” she asked. “You don’t like blueberries.”