Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
“I have that upstairs in my desk drawer,” drawls a sweet voice.
I turn to see Miss Off Limits herself standing at the doorway. “Guess you were always meant to be an EMT.”
“Yeah. The stethoscope actually works. I used to take everyone’s heartbeat. My mom. Dad. Biscuit. Even the mailman.”
I open my mouth to tell her she can take mine and then remember Bisc—I mean, Frank’s warning. He might view that as too flirtatious, and he wouldn’t be wrong. There’s something about Emma that fires up my neurons. I get the same rush of adrenaline when I’m inside the jet pushing the G-force limit. That point where you’re right at the edge of danger but want to see how far you can go before exploding. For an excitement junkie like me, she’s a drug that I shouldn’t take. I’ll get addicted, want more, and won’t be able to do anything about it.
“You need anything?” I ask, curt and a little mean.
Her eyes narrow, and there’s a flash of hurt in them before she shields her gaze with her lashes. “Mom sent me down with these.”
She pushes a pile of towels toward me that I hadn’t realized she’d been holding before. I was too busy memorizing her face. Her copper-colored hair looks more brown outside of the sun, and her hazel-green eyes have an inner glow. Her cheeks are round, and her nose has a straight slope to it. Her lips are redder in the center than at the corners as if she often nibbles on the middle of her lips. Completely understandable. I want to bite them too.
I inhale sharply and take the towels. Being in her presence sucks because the more time I spend with her, the less I want to honor the pledge I gave Frank when he saved my life. I owe you. Anything you ever need, I’m your guy. Why in the hell did I say that?
“Thanks.”
“You don’t have to be a dick, you know. Biscuit is in the same unit as you, and he’s nice as a puppy. Just because you fly a plane doesn’t make you better than any of us.” With that, she spins and slams the door behind her.
I toss the towels on the bed and curse. At least she doesn’t know about my money. A lot of guys in flight school hated me because I was born with a gold spoon in my mouth. I beat all of them out so eventually they had to respect me, but all through training, everyone wanted to take me down a peg or five. Frank was never like that. He didn’t care how fat my wallet was as long as I hit the targets he spotted. Don’t embarrass me was his only request. We got along great since I never missed and never embarrassed him.
But now he’s asking me to do something I think might be impossible. Emma’s presence lights me up like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Flight jockeys are not known for their restraint. We’re slightly, okay, really unhinged. That’s the only way you think flying in a tiny can of metal at forces as strong as a rocket is more fun than a dozen clowns inside of a cake. Actually, that visual is kind of terrifying. I’ll take the sky over clowns any day.
I wonder how Emma feels about clowns. Oh, fuck, I cannot be thinking about what she likes. That way lies madness. I give myself a little slap and then drag my hand along my stubble. Better shave. Not that I’m going to be putting my face next to anyone for the stubble to matter. No. I’m getting clean because that’s what respectable people do when they’re visiting. It has nothing to do with maybe getting my face between Emma’s sweet legs and rubbing my chin against her inner thighs. That’s not happening. I glare at my bulging cock. “It’s not happening.”
He only swells bigger. I’m so fucking screwed.
CHAPTER 4
EMMA
What the hell was that? Vincent was not what I was expecting at all. On some of the calls I’d gotten from my brother, he talked so highly of him. I have to be honest; I’d been excited to meet him. But that hasn’t gone as I planned. Honestly, it’s been all-around shocking.
I’m not sure what I was expecting him to look like, but he is way hotter than I ever could have imagined. But that doesn’t make up for the fact that he’s also an asshole. I never took my brother as the type to be best buds with an asshat, but what do I know? He’s been away for a long time, and I guess I don’t know him as well as I used to. And he was an asshole to Melody without even knowing it.
I pull my phone out of the back pocket of my jean shorts and try to call her again. There are four years between my brother and me. Melody was a year behind him in high school but a few grades above me, so we never spoke a ton. I knew she had a thing for my brother, but I didn’t know how bad it was until I’d rushed out to a call at the elementary school where she teaches.