Wildest Dreams (The Wilds of Montana #3) Read Online Kristen Proby

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Wilds of Montana Series by Kristen Proby
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
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“And really overwhelming.”

“Do you hate the kitchen? Did he overstep and approve something that you don’t like?”

“Are you kidding? It’s beautiful. It probably doubled my property value.”

Summer laughs. “I can’t wait to see it. It’s okay to get spoiled. You’re not a jerk about it or anything.”

“I guess.” I sigh, feeling marginally better. “But maybe I should take a few days and keep a little distance. Let Jake and Ryan settle back in and smooth those ruffled feathers.”

“I don’t know that I agree, but you know them better than me.”

My phone pings with another text, and I pull it out to check it.

“This is from Jake,” I say, surprised.

Jake: Sorry I was a big jerk. I’m glad you’re back and had fun. Dad didn’t make me send this.

I laugh and show it to Summer, who grins at me. “I think those boys like you, my friend.”

“Yeah, I think they do. Okay, I feel better. Have you been over to my shop lately?”

Suddenly, Summer looks guilty.

“What aren’t you telling me?”

“I promised I wouldn’t say anything until you were back.”

“I’m back now, so spill it.”

“Well…oh, hell.” Summer shakes her head. “Grace quit while you were gone and left the others in a bit of a bind. They’ve been working extra shifts to cover, but it’s been rough being down two people, you know? I actually went in and helped one afternoon, but I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

“Holy fucking shit!” I can’t believe this! “Why didn’t anyone tell me? I would have come home.”

“That’s exactly why no one told you,” she says. “Because although it’s been tight, they’ve done it and will continue to do so until you’re back to work.”

“Which will be today.” I check my watch and want to cry. “Shit, that’s in an hour. I’d better get home and change so I’m not late.”

“Do you think it’ll really matter if you’re a few minutes late, given that you’re not even supposed to be there today?”

“You know what I mean.” I hurry to her and hug her close. “Thanks for the advice. I think that I panicked.”

“Understandable. Don’t get in a wreck on your way home.”

“I’m on foot. I don’t have my car because I took Ryan’s Aston Martin home this morning, and it was blocking my garage with my car inside, so I just walked.”

Summer smirks. “Oh, you took the Aston Martin.”

“Shut up.” I turn and walk away, pausing while she unlocks the door for me. “See you later!”

“Good luck!”

Ryan: I’m headed to town for a bit. I can pick up the car, if you’d like?

I grin as I rush out of my house, changed and ready to go to the shop for the day, coffee in hand.

I sit in the car and get situated and then return his text.

Me: Yes! Please take this car back before I do something horrible to it. I’m too clumsy to be responsible for it. I’m headed to work, so you can pick it up in front of the shop.

I sip my coffee and wait while that little bubble bounces as he replies.

Ryan: You’re not clumsy, but I’ll pick it up at the shop. Why are you working? Thought you were taking a few more days?

Me: Seems there were some issues while I was away, so I need to go in. My vacation is over. I guess that’s what happens when you’re the boss. I hope you are able to take today off!

More bouncing bubbles, and then,

Ryan: I’m sorry to hear that. I’ll pop my head in when I get there. See you soon!

With that settled, I start the car and drive the short distance downtown, parking in front of my store. When I reach for my coffee, it slips in my hand, the lid pops off, and half of it spills all over this amazing vehicle, drowning my phone.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” I groan, paralyzed. What do I do first?

I decide that first, I say fuck about seven more times, and then I whip my shirt over my head—there’s no time to run in for towels—and sop up most of the coffee.

My phone won’t even turn on at this point, so I think it might have given up the ghost. I look around, make sure no one is looking this way, and then I rush into the shop. They opened twenty minutes ago, so the door is unlocked.

“I’ll be right there,” Melissa calls out from the back, and I frown. Melissa and Jessica should be here until Katie gets here after school.

I rush over and pull a green T-shirt in my size off of the table and yank it over my head, then pair it with a cute, white button-down shirt to go over it.

I’ve just finished tucking the tee into my jeans when Melissa comes around the corner, and her face immediately goes white as snow.


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