Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 76000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“I don’t want to tell the others.”
“What do you mean?”
I take a sip of my new martini. “I don’t want to tell Luna and the others that we’re having a little fling. I don’t want the questions or any of the attention. It’s just you and me and nobody else.”
“So, you want us to be a secret?” I can tell by the way his eyes narrow that he doesn’t like that idea.
“No, I don’t want to tell the others because we’re only enjoying each other.” I frown. “It isn’t keeping it a secret so much as not sharing it with them.”
“We live in a small town, Juniper. They probably already know that you’re having dinner with me tonight in public. There are no secrets in this town.”
“It’s not a secret,” I insist. “It’s just…not anyone else’s business. That’s all.”
“I’m not crazy about that part, but the rest of it sounds damn good to me.”
“Great, no-strings sex.”
“Whoa.” He holds up his hands and shakes his head. “That’s not what I’m agreeing to. I plan to date you, Juniper, to see you on a regular basis outside of the little friend group we have going on. Yes, I also plan to have a lot of sex and enjoy you, but it’s not only about the sex. If that’s what you want, I’m not the right guy for that job.”
I’m back to chewing on my lip, wondering if I misheard him. So, he doesn’t just want to fuck? He wants to, like, have a relationship?
Who even am I right now that I’m considering this?
“Okay, but we still don’t say anything to the others for a little while.”
“For a little while is fine.”
I nod and offer him my hand. “Should we shake on it?”
He takes it, but instead of shaking it, he lifts my knuckles to his lips, kissing them softly, and I feel it all the way up my arm, down my torso, and all the way to my lady parts.
Holy hot damn.
December 5, 2019
* * *
Dear Diary,
How is it even possible that we had a freak snowstorm so early in the year? It’s not even technically winter yet, and all the old-timers in town are saying that this has never happened before. We got twelve inches overnight! It’s been a HUGE pain in my ass, too. Some of my projects weren’t prepped properly, and we lost some lumber, which isn’t going to be cheap to replace.
The worst part, though, was that my truck got stuck in Grandma’s driveway, and Apollo freaking Winchester had to come help me pull it out because all the tow trucks were so busy this morning. I wanted to kiss that smug grin right off his hot face, and that only made me more irritated. Why is he so hot? And why do I have to see him so freaking often?
I’m exhausted from a horrible day, so I’ll sign off now. Let’s hope the snow melts PRONTO!
Xo,
June
Chapter Four
Apollo
I want her now. Hell, I’d clear this table and take her on top of it in front of everyone in this restaurant if I thought she’d let me.
But that asshole did some damage earlier, even if she won’t admit it, so I’ll take it slow tonight. It’s no hardship for me since I enjoy listening to her talk, watching all the emotions play over her expressive, gorgeous face.
When I saw her storm out of Three Sisters earlier, I about swallowed my tongue. I don’t remember the last time I saw June dressed up like this. Usually, dressing up means clean jeans, a sweater, and her hair brushed into a tidy ponytail.
This is next level, and while it’s fun and different, I wasn’t lying when I said that she isn’t any less beautiful on a daily basis.
Jesus, she could wear a burlap sack, and I’d still want her.
Then, when I saw that jerk yelling at her, I wanted to pound his face in.
June can handle herself, so no matter how badly I wanted to step in, I didn’t let myself. I stood by, just in case she needed a hand.
She didn’t.
“What are you daydreaming about?”
I blink and shake my head. “Sorry. Nothing important.”
“You must be tired after your long day.” She pushes her empty plate away and sighs happily. “That was delicious.”
“Should we share dessert?”
She scoffs, and I’ll be damned if that scowl doesn’t make my dick twitch. “Get your own dessert, dude. I want the mud pie all to myself.”
“Selfish.” I click my tongue, but when Darla comes back to the table, I smile up at her. “June will have your mud pie. I think I’ll try the key lime pie, and I’ll have coffee.”
“Me, too, please,” June chimes in.
“Both excellent choices. I’ll have those right out.”
“Thanks.”
Darla takes our dishes, and when she moves back to the kitchen, there is a spring in every step.