Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Didn’t say I haven’t played around. I imagine Kyla has, too. I just know the kind of woman I want wearing my patch, and that’s right in front of me. That’s why, I’m going to tell you now, if you want me to stay with you, I’ll make sure Breaker sends Joker on and I’ll watch over you.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Torin growls. “Breaker sent me here to watch over his sister, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’d say that speaks volumes if he knows how you feel about her and specifically didn’t ask you to watch over her.”
My stupid heart registers that he doesn’t call me Mattie’s little sister this time. Apparently, I have no brain cells around Torin. I shake my head at my own stupidity. “You two knock it off,” I mutter. “I don’t suppose I could convince both of you to head back to Kentucky?”
“Nope,” Carlos laughs.
“Not happening,” Torin responds with a quiet growl.
I sigh. “Then, you go back Carlos,” I say, even as I call myself a fool a hundred times over. It’s clear Torin will keep pushing me away. It would probably be smarter to spend time with Carlos. The only problem is, I don’t really want to. I want Torin and until I get that man out of my system—if I ever can—I can’t be fair to Carlos. Carlos is a good-looking man. He’s all tall, with blond hair, bronze colored skin and sexy like his dad. He also has his mom’s personality—which makes him easy going. He used to make all the girls melt when he would speak in Spanish. I won’t lie and say it didn’t make me weak, too. I see the disappointment on his face, and I hate it. I don’t want to hurt him. What really spurs me on, though, is Torin’s cocky laughter behind me. I despise that even more. Who the hell does he think he is?
I walk closer to Carlos and smile at him. “You know if something happened to your mom, sister, or Aunt Katie, you would feel horrible. Go take care of your family. The barbecue isn’t too far away. If we’re both still single …” I leave the rest unsaid and ignore Torin’s muttering behind me.
“Trust me, Kyla. I’ll be single,” he says with a deadly smirk and an added sparkle in his dark chocolate eyes.
I giggle like the kid that Torin always accuses me of being. I can’t help it. Carlos is being too damn cute. Plus, it’s nice to have a guy chasing me for a change. Torin being the way he has been with me, really is hard on my self-confidence and other things. Listening to Carlos tell me he not only wants me, but he’s also cleared the way with my family—something I would have thought wasn’t even possible—feels good. Before I can question myself, I lean over and place a kiss on his cheek. I pull away to find him smiling at me.
“Drive carefully, Carlos,” I tell him.
“Oh, I will, baby. I will,” he purrs.
He gets on his bike and, with a wink, starts it up and takes off. He’s not even out of eyesight when Torin spins me around. “What the fuck was that?”
“Huh?” It’s not a stellar response, but when faced with the absolute fury that is visible on Torin’s face, it’s the best I can do.
“You were flirting with that asshole. What the fuck was that about, Peaches?”
My heart stutters as he again uses the nickname that I haven’t heard in two years until tonight. I don’t know why it affects me the way it does, but when he calls me Peaches, my knees literally get weak. Torin has his hand wrapped around my wrist and his hold is tight and painful. I try to jerk it out of his grip, but it’s useless. I don’t have a doubt there will be bruises where his hand is.
“He was flirting, too. It felt good to be wanted by a man for a change. You can stop giving me crap about it. Where and who I flirt with are none of your concern, Torin. You’ve pushed me away for three years. If anything, you should be glad I’ve started looking at other men.”
“That asshole is not a man. He’s a kid playing at being a man.”
“I doubt that. He wouldn’t have gotten past my brother or dad if that was the case.”
“I’m not convinced he did. I think the fucker was lying.”
“I doubt that. Still, feel free to ask them yourself.”
“I’m going to,” he snaps.
It takes all I have not to laugh at him. “Well, goody for you. Listen, I hate to cut this short, but unless you’re going to make good on your vow to take my V-card, I need to leave. I’ve got shit to do.”