Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
She opened the truck door and stepped outside. Yet before she closed the door, she said, “I don’t think you’re a very nice person,” with her chest puffed out. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, you saved my life and stitched me up, but I don’t think you’re a nice person. You don’t give off that energy.”
“Well, I’m glad you picked up on that fact. Don’t get me started on what I think about you.”
“What do you think of me?” she asked, hands on her hips.
“Trust me, sport, you don’t want to know what I think of you. Have a good life, Willow.” I leaned over and grabbed the passenger door. “And stay the fuck away from the cliffs.”
I slammed the door shut, then drove away from her, hoping we’d never cross paths again.
People.
Psh.
I fucking hated people.
Especially the ones who howled at moons.
My next morning started on a bad page because my night ended on a bad note, too. I woke up grumpy and annoyed. One of my first thoughts was of the strange hippie flower child I’d saved on the water. The thought after it was stupid, strange hippie flower child I’d saved on the water.
There should’ve been a rule about being idiotic when it came to nature. Warning: keep fucking idiots out of nature. If it wasn’t a random woman diving off the cliffs in the middle of the night, it was people doing gender reveal parties who burned down half a forest.
The number of people in town who almost burned down wooded areas with their damn gender reveals was alarming, to say the least. Annoying as fuck, to say the most. And what in the world was with all those newly created celebrations that people found the need to partake in as of late? What happened to just having a baby shower? What was up with all those other made-up parties before the baby was even born? Soon enough, someone was gonna be hosting “the day we screwed and made a baby” parties or “guess who’s the baby daddy” parties. Half the idiots throwing those parties had no business being knocked up, anyway.
Hell, now I wasn’t only annoyed with Willow, but I was annoyed with gender reveals.
I begrudgingly headed to my grandparents’ house around ten in the morning. I didn’t need to be at the restaurant until one in the afternoon, but I told Grandma I’d get her friend settled in at my place.
She’d texted me about an hour ago that her friend had arrived, and as I pulled my truck up to my grandparents’, my stomach dropped when I saw the last thing I wanted to see.
Fucking.
Big.
Bird.
And standing on the side of the yellow school bus?
Fucking.
Little.
Bird.
CHAPTER 3
Willow
“What the hell are you doing here?” Theo barked as he marched over to the house in a huff. “Shouldn’t you be on your way out of town? What are you doing at my grandparents’ place?” Theo paused. He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his broad, broad, holy hell, broad chest.
I didn’t recall him being that fit last night, but then again, he was wearing sweats. That morning, he had on a pair of blue jeans with a tight, bicep-hugging sky-blue T-shirt that brought out his eyes.
And how blue those eyes were.
His hair was brown, and his beard had the tints of red combing through it. He was easily six-foot-three, if not taller, and he definitely made me feel as if I were even shorter than my petite five-foot-three.
He would’ve looked handsome if he didn’t have that seemingly permanent frown plastered on his face.
His upside-down smile somehow deepened as he glared at me as if I were the oddest woman he’d ever met. That might’ve been true, too. Theo didn’t seem the type to have many friends. His main friend group probably included the Grinch, Ostruck the Grouch, and Eeyore.
“Are you stalking me?” he barked as true concern filled his eyes.
His distress rubbed me the wrong way because why was he concerned as if I were the stalker in our situation?
“Me? A stalker?” I yipped, stunned by the accusation. “Do you even know how stalking works? I was here first. Stalkers come second.”
“If you’re not stalking me, then why are you at my grandparents’ house?”
“I’m not at your grandparents’ house. I’m at my friend Molly’s house,” I countered.
His face dropped as a wave of disbelief hit his stare. “There’s no fucking way,” he remarked.
Mr. Grump sure had a foul mouth. If I had a bar of soap, I would’ve shoved it between his lips.
Just then, Molly came out of the house. “Oh, lovely! You two already met. I just ran inside to check on Harry. Theo, this is my greatest of friends, Willow. Willow, this is my grandson, Theodore.”
No way.
This was Theodore?
Theodore Langford—Molly’s grandson?
No way.
No freaking way.
There was no way the grumpy man standing in front of me, who stitched up my forehead while grumbling and pouting the whole time, was Molly and Harry’s grandson. Harry and Molly Langford were two of the sweetest people I’d ever met. How did they manage to raise such a grouch? That couldn’t have been her grandson.