Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
No luck. The closest one was 50 miles away, all the way back in town. I stared down at my kitten heels, wondering if I could walk .
Fifty miles on winding roads. In the dark. Alone. With all sorts of wild animals on the loose, human and not .
There were bears out here. Wolves too .
Hmmm… maybe not such a good idea .
“Arrgh !”
Whiskey looked taken aback at the sound I’d made in frustration. Not very ladylike, though at the moment I didn’t much care. I had a sudden insight as my mind did rapid calculations .
And I knew without a doubt, that Kaylie was behind this .
I texted her .
I’m going to get you for this .
She texted back immediately .
Have fun tonight! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! We’ll come get you tomorrow .
Tomorrow ?!??
I couldn’t help it. I made the sound again. Then I stomped back into the cabin. Whiskey was right on my heels .
I stopped so suddenly he nearly banged into me .
“Don’t follow me !”
He held up his hands .
“Sorry .”
Then I realized something. I might not have my breast pump but I would have to figure out a way to pump and dump anyway. Petunia was in good hands but I texted Mae anyway. She told me not to worry, thank goodness .
In fact… this sort of gave me license to drink since Eliza wouldn’t be getting her nightly feeding tonight anyway. I knew I had left a few bottles in the fridge anyway, so she would be fine. I always had backup .
I eyed the row of liquor bottles in the kitchen and made a decision. I was going to drink tonight. There was no reason not to. And it might even help .
I needed the distraction .
And the liquid courage .
It was certainly better than sitting here staring at Whiskey and drooling. Or thinking of ways to get my revenge on the so-called ‘friends’ who had put me in this predicament. Tar and feathers maybe. Public flogging sounded good at the moment .
They might have had their hearts in the right place, but at the moment I couldn’t even think about that. Right now all I wanted was revenge .
And a stiff drink .
I stomped my way over to the kitchen table that was serving as a makeshift bar. No one had even cracked the bottle of very expensive tequila silver that sat there. In fact, no one had drank at all from what I could see .
“Do you want a burger ?”
I shook my head, pouring myself a shot .
“Portobello? Grilled onions and peppers ?”
“No. Thank you .”
“Okay, I’ll put the food away. I can always cook you something if you want it later. Did you hear from anyone ?”
“Kaylie texted me .”
“Did she say when they would be back ?”
I threw back the shot and nodded. Then I poured another shot .
“Yes .”
“When ?”
I turned to stare at him, shot glass in hand. I saluted him with the glass and pounded it .
“Tomorrow .”
Chapter Nineteen
Whiskey
I left. I had to. I was watching Becky toss back drinks and glare at me. All I wanted to do was kiss the woman, and she clearly hated me .
But this night… well, it was almost too good to be true. If I could make the most of it. And at the moment, I didn’t quite know how .
I shook my head. This was a set up. It had to be. And if our friends had gone through this much trouble, I had to make it work .
But I couldn’t do that if she was plastered .
I cleaned up outside quickly, noticing there were two prime stakes left, as well as some marinated portobello mushrooms and two ready to be baked potatoes, already wrapped in tin foil .
I grinned .
Maybe we could celebrate with a home cooked meal .
If we reconciled .
Correction .
When we reconciled .
Of course, when I went back inside, she hadn’t thawed even a little. The bottle of tequila definitely had a dent in it. And now she was pulling on a beer .
“I thought you preferred wine .”
She shrugged, not bothering to answer .
“I haven’t drank anything in a long time. Maybe my tastes have changed .”
“How long? Were you sick? When you were gone, I mean .”
She stared at me steadily, ignoring my question .
“Did you need help outside with anything ?”
She was too cute. Even when she was mad at me, she was always so polite. She was a nurturer, my Becky. She had all those maternal instincts in spades .
I hoped I’d get to see that in action someday .
“No. I got it. Thanks .”
I looked around as I put the last of the food away, noticing the gas fireplace .
“I’m done now anyway. Do you want to play a game ?”