Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 133849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Because his sister could be a bit much. The Circle G was run by the Glen brothers and Trev McNamara and his partner Bo O’Malley. The G was a partner ranch in his fathers’ organic cattle collective. They’d started out just the two of them—Jack Barnes and Sam Fleetwood—and now they represented the interests of over twenty independent ranches across the country. Josh split his time between actually working the ranch, running the day-to-day business of the company and traveling around to train their partners on everything from new accounting software to all the legal crap Uncle Lucas could come up with.
“That’s because you scare the crap out of Mr. Glen, Livie.” Grim might still call their parents Mr and Mrs, but he did not have the same issue with their sister.
Grim treated Olivia like the sister he’d always wanted after being raised the youngest of a brood of asshole brothers. Years later and Grim still went quiet when one of them walked into a room.
“I do not.” Olivia’s green eyes rolled, and she sipped on her Dr Pepper. “I’m perfectly nice.”
She was. Olivia could make a room light up with her smile, but she could also tear a strip off anyone who got in her way. She had a zest for life that drew people to her. He liked to say she was all the best parts of their parents. She had their mom’s kindness, their pops’s joy, but knew when to bring out Dad’s ruthless will.
Josh himself was all about ruthless will, and if he got sent off to Colorado, he wouldn’t be able to solve the mystery Nicole presented. She had a certain look about her.
A bit haunted. A lot innocent.
If he left, he worried she might move on, and any chance to peel back her layers would be gone because he was also almost certain Nicole was in trouble, and he intended to see if he could help.
And also if she needed an orgasm. He’d found sex was excellent at clearing a person’s head and helping them think straight again.
“Livie should do the Bliss run,” he said, sitting back and picking up his burger. It had been his turn to choose their Saturday night dinner spot. It was something they’d done since they were kids, not that there was much to choose from. Willow Fork, Texas, was a town of roughly three thousand people, though it served a larger rural community. There was a honky-tonk with some great bar food, a nice Italian place, two fast food joints, and Christa’s. Sometimes they splurged and went into Tyler.
He remembered the first time Grim had come with them. He’d sat in the booth at the honky-tonk staring down at his burger. He’d eaten it like he was starving, and Josh had realized his friend was.
Starving. For food, for attention, for affection and friendship.
Grim had come a long way under his parents’ loving care. He no longer shrank back when the old biddies of the town sent them all the stink eye or turned their noses up. And by old biddies, he didn’t mean merely old or female. There were plenty of middle-aged male biddies in this town.
“And why is that?” Dad’s brow had risen in that “you better have an excellent explanation since it’s actually your turn to do training and you doing your job might save my precious baby girl from those ravenous nerds who likely want to eat her up” way.
Yeah, he spoke Jack Barnes well, and he had an excellent excuse. “Grim and I have a trip planned for next week. We’re going to Austin.”
They were going to spend the weekend at a club there. A BDSM club. They’d started regularly attending a club called Subversion. It was further away than Dallas, but at least there weren’t people there who had once changed his diaper. It was a real mood killer as a topic of conversation, and it came up way too much at the decadent palace known as The Club.
His dad sighed and sat back because he knew those weekends were sacred. “All right, then, but Olivia, I better not get a call from the sheriff about you swimming naked in ponds you do not own.”
Like he’d said, his sister could be a little wild.
She grinned. “It was hot, and the pond looked nice and cool. How was I supposed to know that Max guy would freak out?”
Because that Max guy freaked out about everything, and his daughter, Paige, was one of Olivia’s favorite people to plot with. Maybe sending his sister to Bliss was a bad idea.
“Oh, no,” a feminine voice said, and he looked up. Nicole slid across a massive pile of ketchup some kid had dropped on the floor.
Josh was up and out of his chair in a second, reaching out and letting her fall into his waiting arms.