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)
“What’s the occasion?” I tip my bottle up and take a sip of beer. “This is a bona fide party.”
“Bachelor party,” Wolfe admits with a grin. “Luna and I decided we’re sick of waiting for a good time to get married, and we’re going to do it during the Christmas party at the inn next week.”
The room goes quiet. My jaw drops. Then we’re all congratulating him at once.
“Luna is still getting her big wedding,” he continues. “Most of the town plans to be there anyway, and her parents will still be in town.”
“They get here tomorrow,” I confirm. “I spoke with Dad today. They’re excited to stay at the inn.”
“Luna’s so fucking nervous. She wants them to love it. I told her it’s going to be great and there’s nothing to worry about, but she doesn’t listen to me.”
“She never has,” I reply with a chuckle. “That’s awesome. I’m excited for you guys.”
“What about you and Sarah?” Indigo asks, turning to Tanner. “You set a date yet?”
“Sometime next summer,” Tanner replies as we hear more voices on the stairs. “I’ll help where she wants me to, but for the most part, I’m leaving it all up to her. This is her vision, and I’m happy to let her have it.”
“Smart man,” Indigo replies with a laugh. “Hey, Cullen. Scott.”
“Were you just talking about my sister?” Scott asks. “She’s already asked me to give her away at your wedding, so I think she’s planning more than you realize.”
“Of course, she is,” Tanner says with a smile. “Must be a woman thing.”
After Cullen puts the beer he brought into the fridge, he grabs a slice of pizza, joining the party.
“So what happened today?” I ask Zeke as we wander over to the pool table. When he stares at me blankly, I clarify, “With you and Indigo. You said you felt sorry for him.”
“Oh, that.” Zeke laughs and bites into his slice. “I need him to find me a new place to live, and I’m fucking picky.”
“I’ve dealt with worse,” Indigo says again.
“Why are you moving?” Scott wants to know. “Those condos you live in are sick.”
“Yeah, I know, but my neighbor is a goddamn pain in my ass. It’s time I move before I kill her and spend the rest of my life in jail.”
“Don’t say shit like that,” Cullen says. “You know I’m a cop.”
“I’m not doing it, am I?” Zeke blows out a breath.
“The problem is that everything for sale around here is a single-family home, and he doesn’t want that. He wants another condo with a water view, and there aren’t any available that aren’t already in his current building.”
“Told you”—Zeke points his pizza at Indigo—“I don’t want to have to deal with the upkeep of a house. The condo is perfect.”
“Maybe, and I’m going out on a limb here,” Wolfe says, holding up his hands, “you should kiss and make up with Cherry Dubois so you can stay in your perfect condo. Stop being a stubborn ass about it.”
“It’s Cherry Dubois?” Scott frowns over at Zeke and turns his hat backward before he racks the pool balls. “Not only is she really nice, but she’s also hot. I’ve been thinking about asking her out on a date, but my work schedule at the fire hall has been stupidly busy lately, so I haven’t had a chance.”
Zeke’s eyes narrow on Scott, and I grin. “You like her.”
“Bullshit, asshole,” Zeke says, but I keep grinning, not at all offended.
“You do, but you don’t want to.”
“I don’t usually go for the annoyingly bossy type,” Zeke reminds me. “Let’s change the subject. What about you and June?”
“What about me and June?”
Cullen’s eyes cut to me as he chalks the end of a pool cue.
“You’ve been all over town together the past few months, looking mighty cozy together.”
“Cozy? Who the hell uses the word cozy?” Indigo asks.
“He knows what I’m talking about,” Zeke says, still watching me.
“Do you have a problem with me, Zeke?”
“I never have before,” the other man admits. “I actually like you a lot. But it pisses me off when a man is with a woman but won’t admit it to anyone because they’re embarrassed of said woman.”
“Who the fuck said I was embarrassed of June?” I set my bottle down. “You don’t know anything about it.”
“That’s my point. No one does,” he agrees. “So, what is it? Are you fucking around with her just for the sex, or is there something there? Because I like June, and she doesn’t deserve that bullshit.”
I push my hand through my hair and turn away. I want to kick his ass, but he’s looking out for the woman I love, so I have to respect that.
“Is that what everyone thinks?” I look from man to man, staring them in the eyes. “That I’m just fucking around with her? That I’m embarrassed of her?”