Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Her glare said it all, and she reluctantly replied with, “Fine. I’ll call and cancel.”
I nodded once, then walked to the side of the house and easily leapt to the ground, causing a gasp to sound from behind me.
I didn’t look back.
If I did, I’d end up demanding she get her ass down and stay on the ground where she belonged.
But that wouldn’t be good. That would, in fact, be very bad.
Why, you ask?
Because the damn woman was obstinate. She’d stay up there all night and day if it proved her point.
“So,” Able said once I got close enough. “That worked out well for you.”
I flipped him off, then went back to tearing my wall down.
I didn’t think about July one damn bit.
Nope. Not at all.
Chapter 5
Dear Women,
He does not want a new watch for Valentine’s day. He wants you to dress like a slut, handcuff him to the chair, give him a blowjob AND swallow. His wishes are really that simple.
-Words of Wisdom
July
I glared at the sun shining, not a fucking cloud in the sky.
“What happened?” Angie asked. “I thought you were going to get the shingles cleared off for today?”
I drew in a deep, calming breath and turned to walk back inside.
“Apparently,” I said slowly. “It’s supposed to rain today.”
“Oh, that’s not today anymore. It’s tonight, or even early tomorrow morning.”
I wondered if she could hear the sound of my teeth gritting from her perch on the fireplace where she was currently downing a chicken biscuit.
“Thank you, Angie. Were you able to get the appointment rescheduled?” I asked hopefully.
“Not for another two weeks, possibly three, depending on rain. Another couple took your spot, and you now have theirs,” she informed me.
I sighed.
Blowing the hair away from my eyes, I pulled out my tape measure and measured up to the ceiling.
“Do you think I can put a chandelier here?” I asked her, trying to change the subject.
“Yeah,” she said. “Hey, did you know that they’re putting tin on their roof, too?”
My brows furrowed.
“What?” I asked, letting the tape measure suck back up before turning to her.
She nodded her head. “Red. Just like you.”
My teeth ground together. “How do you know that?”
“When I called the roofers they said that we would be next on the job, and that it would be convenient since they’re putting the same color roof on the house right next to yours,” she continued.
My mouth dropped open.
“You’re shitting me,” I licked my lips.
She shook her head, no amusement in her face whatsoever.
Then again, it wasn’t often that I ever saw anything in her face other than annoyance, unless she was eating.
She had what I liked to call ‘resting bitch face.’ She always looked like she was pissed at the world.
She was beautiful, yes, but she was also unapproachable.
I’d been intimidated when I’d first met her for that very reason. Five feet eight inches of beauty with the perfect body. She could easily be a model if she wanted to be.
Her long auburn hair reached to mid-back, and her eyes were the color of melted chocolate.
Her teeth were gleaming white and perfectly straight, and her skin was a rich, warm mocha brown.
But her eyes were always narrowed, and her lips were usually thinned almost angrily.
I wasn’t sure if she was aware that she came off as ‘bitchy’ or not, and I’d never had the courage to ask her.
I didn’t want to offend her. She was doing the job I was asking her to for two dollars over minimum wage, and I needed her.
“Isn’t that just wonderful,” I finally said, blowing out a breath of frustration.
She snorted.
“You sound like you swallowed a rock,” she observed. “You look pretty pissed, too.”
I was pissed.
In fact, he’d told me that the weather wasn’t permitting, and I’d seen the error of my ways. So I’d stopped and then nothing.
No rain. Not even a chance of it until tomorrow.
They could’ve easily gotten the roof put on today, and I wouldn’t be two weeks behind schedule right now if he’d just let me fucking be.
But no, not Dean.
He just couldn’t help himself.
Now he fucked my spot over for the roofers and was getting his before me!
I growled in frustration, stomping to the window to glare at the house that the man of my nightmares worked on in his every spare moment.
The last week had been torture watching him work.
Just like now.
He was in jeans and boots, his shirt tucked into the back waistband, swinging back and forth as he measured and cut a board for what looked to be molding.
“That boy is fine,” Angie said.
“Uh-huh,” I agreed.
He was. Very fine.
And he had a fine penis, too.
A penis that I missed greatly.
“Oh man, would you look at that?” she gasped, pressing her nose against the window.
That was when Bowe came out wearing much the same as Dean.