Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
I believe that Remy would be so much better off with a woman who would appreciate all of him, and not just his wallet.
Jenna sucked as a mother, too.
Which was why Remy’s kids ended up spending quite a bit of time at my place when I was off.
If I wasn’t around, they went to Remy’s parents’ house.
Frankly, I wasn’t sure Jenna watched them at all. Well, unless Remy was in town.
“Where are your kids right now, Mrs. Wickes?” Griffin asked.
Jenna smiled darkly at him. “With my husband.”
“And why are you here instead of with them?” He asked, challenging her.
Jenna’s smile froze on her face.
I’d actually heard from Remy.
He invited me to go fishing with him and the kids, but I’d declined because I’d been too concerned about my business.
“They’re having some daddy and daughter time,” she snapped.
I smiled.
“You do know that he invited Lenore to go, and apparently not you?” Griffin asked.
Ouch, right through the heart.
I didn’t bother to ask how he knew that, either.
I just waited to see where Griffin was going with this.
“He always does that. Which is why I’ve found my own things to do while he does his,” she hissed.
She immediately saw she made a mistake running her mouth like that as she looked around hoping nobody was listening.
She wasn’t that lucky.
Everyone had heard that declaration.
And not one of us was naïve enough to think she meant anything other than she was cheating on her husband.
A husband that was a son of the community. Uncertain’s golden boy.
Everyone loved Remy.
He was always available to lend a helping hand when it was needed.
He was literally that guy who’d give you the shirt off his back.
And Jenna most definitely wasn’t.
“Shit,” she hissed, turning her glare onto me. “You’re such a bitch.”
I leaned back, smiling. “I didn’t start this today, you did.”
She flipped me off. “Do you know how hard it is to live up to you? Remy loves you. He hates that I won’t go hunting with him and loves that you will. Hates that I won’t go fishing but you will. Hates that I can’t cook and you can. It’s like I’m constantly fighting your shadow, and you never even had him!”
I blinked.
“Do you think that if you actually tried to do these things with him and for him that he’d be happy? But you haven’t ever tried, though. How do you know you won’t like it if you don’t even try it? I don’t really like fishing, either. But I go, and I sit there with him. It’s about the companionship, and it’s not my fault that I’m willing to do those things with him that you won’t,” I told her softly.
Her eyes flared.
“What would be the point? He doesn’t ask me,” she said.
I raised a brow at her.
“I’ve been there when he’s asked you before,” I called her on her lie.
She narrowed her eyes on me.
“Let me clarify…he doesn’t ask me first.”
With that she got up and left, tossing down a hundred-dollar bill for a meal that was probably about ten bucks at most.
I just shook my head.
She really had no clue about the money situation.
If she only understood how hard it was on Remy to do the week on, week off thing he was doing, I wondered if she’d be throwing down a ninety-dollar tip.
Griffin sat down and his eyes were wary.
“We’re not in love with each other,” I blurted again.
He nodded. “I know.”
I raised my brow at him.
Seemed I’d been doing a lot of that lately.
“How do you know everything about me?” I asked once he sat back down.
He smiled. “Trade secret.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re not spying on me, are you?”
He raised a shoulder, but didn’t answer.
I thought maybe I should look around my house later to see if I could find any hidden cameras.
That’d be like him to do.
“I can’t believe she’s cheating on Remy. He’s going to be devastated,” I said morosely.
“You’re not going to tell him,” Griffin said.
Both of my brows rose. “Oh really? You’re not the boss of me.”
He gave me a look. “That’s not something he needs to hear from you. You’re his best friend…but he’s going to deny it if it comes from you. You need to let him hear about it by himself. I’ll tell him.”
“He’s not going to like hearing it from you. He doesn’t even know you,” I said with affront.
“Trust me on this,” he said. “He would be better off hearing it from a man. If what you say about being his confidant is true, he’ll come to you anyway. But you need to give him time to investigate it before he tells you. It’s embarrassing as hell to find out.”
I blinked.
“Someone cheated on you?” I asked softly.
He nodded once.
“My wife.”
“You’re married?” I semi shrieked.
He snorted. “No, I’m most definitely not married. I’m so far from being married that I can get. At least to that whore.”
“Shit,” I sighed. “What happened?”
He shrugged. “The usual.”
I placed my chin in my hand and looked at him until he sighed.
“I worked long hours, much like your Remy,” he answered, but I didn’t correct him when he called Remy ‘mine.’ “But my wife thought she was smarter than me and she wasn’t. I found out about two hours after her first time with her now husband, Justin. Waited for her to tell me for about twenty-four hours before I kicked her out.”
I blinked.
“That was nice of you to wait twenty-four hours…but were you sure?” I asked.
He nodded.
“Came home early from a job to find her and the man in our fucking bed, going at it so loudly that I swore my neighbors could hear,” he said, nodding to Fran as she placed two glasses of water down in front of us. He waited for her to move out of earshot before he continued. “Was able to watch the whole damn thing without them even knowing. Got his name and info while they took a nap. Called his wife to let her know what was going on. Made myself a sandwich.”