Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“Me, too,” Alana concurred.
I snorted. “As long as you don’t expect me and her to be together, I don’t care what you think.”
Both of my sisters snorted.
Apparently, they thought they knew something that I didn’t.
But they were wrong.
There was not one single thing that I’d do with that girl.
No. Nope. Nuh-uh.
Chapter 4
I’m not a backup plan and I’m definitely not a second choice.
-Reagan to her ex-boyfriend
Reagan
I gasped when I saw the moss had been completely stripped off of Tyler’s tree.
“You bastard!” I cried out, not caring if I was quiet any longer or not.
In fact, I wanted to cry.
I was so upset.
As a result, I was so upset that when my phone rang, I didn’t even consider answering it. Not until it rang all the way through, went to voicemail and then started ringing again.
When it went to voicemail again, I started to move around the rest of the trees to see if it was gone from them, too and luckily, it wasn’t.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t take any of the moss because he’d just do the same to the next tree.
My phone rang again and I answered it, knowing something was wrong if whoever had called me three times in a row.
“Don’t you dare touch my moss,” the male voice snapped.
I glared at the brown, muddy water and bared my teeth. “You’ll scrape it off like you did the other tree?”
“Yes,” he answered instantly, not caring that I didn’t want him to do that and he knew it.
He had zero regrets.
Then another thought occurred to me. “How’d you get my number? Nobody has my number.”
He laughed, then hung up.
I growled and pocketed the phone, then decided to see what I could salvage from the tree that had been scraped clean and I got lucky enough to find a little bit of moss on the backside of the tree near the water line.
Pulling that piece off and putting it in the dish, I hoped it wasn’t too waterlogged to work.
Then I started walking, sweeping my flashlight in wide arcs as I moved back down the shoreline to the boat ramp.
I’d gotten to a break in the trees, almost to the curve that led to the last turn of the shoreline to where the boat ramp came into view when my flashlight flickered once and then went out.
Dammit.
I wasn’t too concerned.
Luckily it was a full moon and I could see pretty well, thanks to the clearing in the trees. If it had happened a couple minutes back, I would’ve been fighting the darkness.
I’d just made it to the concrete culvert that fed off the boat road when I heard two men talking.
“…don’t know why you’re such a pussy. Latch that boat down so we can go,” came one man’s voice.
I rolled my eyes at their use of the word pussy and kept walking, thankful that the boat ramp was illuminated by two large outdoor lights.
The entire damn thing was lit up like a Walmart parking lot, allowing me to navigate my way up the boat ramp while neither man was the wiser.
I kept my mouth shut and had gotten up to the bathrooms at the top of the ramp when the men pulled their boat off the boat ramp.
Their windows were down, allowing me to hear what they were saying.
“…gotta get home before it gets too late because I start that new job at the plant outside of town tomorrow,” the same man said.
The other man’s reply wasn’t what I expected. “Shit, I forgot to pull the plug on the boat.”
I looked over as the second man got out after the truck stopped.
He looked over at me, startled to see a person standing there when he hadn’t expected one and narrowed his eyes.
I followed his progress to the back of the boat and narrowed my own eyes right along with him.
“Y’all are going to clean that hydrilla off, right?” I asked.
The man snorted. “Yeah, I’ll get right on that, honey.”
I eyed the boat and then the man. “Failure to remove could result in a fine between twenty-five-dollars and five hundred. Trust me when I say, you can’t afford it.”
The man stood up to his full height.
“And who are you? You can’t enforce shit from where I’m standin’,” he drawled, walking a bit forward in an attempt to intimidate me with his size.
And he was big.
Bigger than me.
But he wasn’t that big.
However, there were two of them and there was no way in hell I was going to confront them any further.
Instead, I shrugged and started walking again. “Whatever.”
Any man should’ve known the signs.
Would’ve, if they weren’t so goddamn stubborn and read between the lines when a woman spoke to them.
Had they listened and taken the five minutes of their life to make sure that all aquatic life was removed from their boat, they would’ve saved themselves a boatload—literally—of trouble.