Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Like, seriously.
The past five years might've made me "famous", but just because my popularity points went up doesn't mean my IQ automatically has to drop. I'm still pragmatic as ever, so when I think about the possibility of Wyoming Keanu actually finding someone like me attractive...
WHATEVER.
The very idea is a clear waste of my time, and I shove the thought away as soon as I'm back behind the wheel of my rental.
With everything's that happened in the past week, my life is complicated as it is, and fantasizing about Wyoming Keanu will only make things worse. I came here for a reason, and—-
Oh my God, is it snowing?
I rub my eyes, hoping I'm just imagining things.
But I'm not.
Snow is suddenly falling hard and fast outside my window, and I feel my hand getting cold and clammy as I switch the ignition on. I've been driving since I was sixteen, but...
Don't panic!
It's just a little snow, and Google Maps did say my destination is just half an hour away. I'm probably just worrying over nothing.
Right?
Chapter Two
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER, and not only do I now know I'm absolutely wrong...but I'm also absolutely certain I'm this close to freezing to death. My rental is stuck one foot deep in the snow, my cellphone can't catch even the faintest signal to save my life, and...this is all my fault because I thought I could pull an Eat Pray Love move a la Julia Roberts.
Oh, Raffi, you're smart nine times out of ten, but when you choose to be dumb...
I take a deep breath in an effort to stay calm. Blaming myself is pointless. My time is better spent figuring things out, and first things first: survival rate.
The thought has my fingers involuntarily curling around the steering wheel, and I draw another deep breath. Outside, there's the risk of dying of hypothermia, but if I stay inside my car with the heater on, there's also a chance I'd die of carbon monoxide poisoning.
I know those are worst case scenarios, but I also think—-
Oh my God, hallelujah, God is good!
I'm out of my rental as soon as I catch sight of a pick-up through my rearview mirror, and I jump and wave my hands wildly in the air like a cheerleader on championship night. "Hey! Hey! Help please!"
My heart leaps in relief when the driver pulls up behind my car. Something about the pick-up seems awfully familiar, but things only click when I see the guy stepping out, and of course...it has to be him.
Wyoming Keanu.
A shiver runs down my spine, but it has more to do with an almost forbidden sense of excitement rather than the bitingly cold winds currently stinging my cheeks.
"You alright, ma'am?"
Ma'am. I've never been called that before. Also, how perfect is that voice? Think strong, deep, and authoritative but at the same time reassuringly gentle and wonderfully precise, like Superman meets Professor X, and...oh my God, is that a badge he's showing me?
I squint hard, just to make sure I'm seeing things right. It is a badge, and next to it is his I.D., which tells me his name is Aidan Blackwood, and he's the...Chief of Police of Hartland, Wyoming?
I'm beyond stunned, and when I lift my gaze up to his, I see a smile curving over his lips, and oh my freaking God, but the sight is just so dazzling my lips start moving on its own.
"You're handsome."
Aidan's smile turns into a grin, and my mood switches from dazzled to completely enthralled.
"Thank you, ma'am."
His tone is polite enough, but it's the glint in his dark eyes that brings me back to my senses.
What the hell?
While I've never been the shy and awkward type, neither have I ever been the type to just go up to a man and start flirting, and I have no idea - absolutely no idea - how in the world I ended up saying such words.
Get! A! Grip! Raffi!
I give myself one last mental shake while Aidan starts talking about snow tires and engines and batteries. He gestures to my tires and bends down as he speaks, and I'm immediately distracted by the way his pants stretch across his behind.
Oh my God, I'm such a perv.
But...
That ass of his is seriously sexy. Just perfectly muscled, and—-
"Ma'am?"
My gaze darts back guiltily to his direction, and I feel my cheeks turn pink when I realize he's caught me ogling his lovely behind. "Um...oops?"
He doesn't say anything this time, but the way his dark gaze smolders has me torn between swooning and panicking.
A little help here, God? Please?
I've long sworn off forbidden fruits like Chief Aidan Blackwood, but how the heck am I supposed to stay unaffected when Wyoming Keanu keeps looking at me like I'm his next meal?
I wait for God to answer, but all I hear is crickets.