Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Soon it would be Martin’s condo because once West had enough cash, he was buying his own place.
After all, Martin and Rand would be newlyweds soon, and they deserved to start their lives off right.
His brother had felt like he’d had to hide who he was for most of his adult life. It was good he didn’t have to hide here.
Rand grinned as he entered the kitchen and winked his fiancé’s way. “Are we talking about Ally Pearson?”
“Of course. Your brother is now a bodyguard to the stars. I’m star adjacent,” Martin announced. “It’s all very exciting. Especially for me.”
He liked the hell out of Martin. Martin was the reason they’d moved to Dallas. Not that they’d known it at the time. They’d moved because Rand couldn’t handle their small town a second longer. There were some small towns that would have accepted Rand for exactly who he was, but Broken Bend was not one of them. It was still the town that had turned a blind eye to years of abuse suffered by Genny before Wade had finally come home and brought her back with him. When Rand had come out as bisexual, watching the way people they’d grown up with cut his twin out of their lives had been heartbreaking. They’d moved to Dallas for the possibilities it offered, and one of those possibilities had been Martin.
“Well, I wish you were the one packing up to spend most of the next three months with this woman.” He grabbed a box of protein bars since he had no idea if they would be taking meal breaks. He was on Ally Pearson’s schedule now. It was better to be prepared. “I spent the afternoon with her, and we managed to say maybe three words. I don’t think she likes to talk to the help.”
Rand leaned against the counter, his arms crossing over his chest as he considered West. “Really? She seems like she would be talkative.”
“You’ve watched her show?” He was surprised. His brother generally preferred sports and action films.
“I made him watch the whole thing with me in anticipation of this year’s Christmas special. I might be a little obsessed with it,” Martin admitted. “Diane Pearson is iconic. If she’d been my mom, I would be the dancer I always thought I should be. And you have to admit Gavin Jacks still has it. I was surprised he wasn’t gay, though.”
“You think every hot guy in the world is gay,” Rand pointed out, an indulgent look on his face. “Though I have to admit, I find them both very attractive.”
“That’s the bi guy in you,” Martin retorted. “But the real star of the show is Ally. She’s like April Ludgate got dropped in the middle of Hollywood. I love her so much. I hate to hear she’s snobby. On the show, she takes down everyone. Rich, poor, in the middle. She treats everyone with the same brutal and painful honesty. Oh, I just realized she’s my grandmother but in a young, hot body.”
She’d definitely been hot. And she’d obviously found someone she liked far more than him. She’d been holding Matt’s hand, looking up at him. She hadn’t even noticed when he’d walked in the room.
Matt was a good guy, but he was something of a player. He wouldn’t care that she was rude and looked down on everyone who wasn’t from her lofty world. He would hop right in bed with her and enjoy the good time.
Rand was frowning his way. “What are you not saying? Was she mean to you? Did she throw her cell phone at your face or something?”
“She’s not a thrower,” Martin corrected. “She slays with words.”
“I wouldn’t say she slayed anything.” It wasn’t like she’d insulted anyone. She’d been off-putting. “She has zero focus. We’re there talking about her situation and she’s zoned out. When Big Tag asked her if we were boring her, she said yes.”
Martin laughed, slapping a hand on the bar. “Now that sounds like the Ally we know and love.”
“I wish I’d been there to see how she handled Big Tag,” Rand admitted.
She’d barely looked Big Tag’s way. Most women he’d ever met stared at the big guy and did whatever he asked of them. Or they argued with him and told him what an ass he was. Either way, most women were interested in getting the boss’s attention.
The only guy here I thought was my type was you.
He wasn’t going to think about that, but he did need to figure out if there was a way to repair the relationship. Despite what she’d said, he still half expected her to fire him.
“He told her she could leave if she was bored, and she tried to,” he admitted. “It was actually kind of fun to see someone who was in no way intimidated by Big Tag.”