Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Wait.
Let me get this straight.
Colt was with Myla’s aunt and the two of them had a house next door? I’ve never seen a house next door. It’s mostly bushland, so if there is one, it must be well hidden because it sure as hell isn’t on display.
“There’s a house next door? Colt was with your aunt?”
She nods. “Yep. They were together for like ten years or something. I don’t know what happened, but something went down. She owned the house, and she just upped and left it and him. It’s right there, in the middle of that,” she points her fingers to the thick bushland. “I don’t want it, but I have to fix it up before I can sell it. I’m sure Colt will be thrilled to know she gave it to me and that I’m going to be hanging around for a while.”
“Were you two not close?”
Myla snorts. “I don’t know him all that well. I met him a few times when I’d come and stay. I do recall him being as fine as a good wine,” she winks, “my friends and I had no problem hanging around just to look at him.”
I laugh. “I get that.”
“Myla...”
Colt’s voice comes from behind me, and I glance over my shoulder to see him walking down the stairs, Western following close behind. Colt is watching Myla with a look that tells me he is not pleased that she’s here. Whatever went down with him and her aunt obviously wasn’t good because he looks pissed.
“Uncle,” Myla drawls. “It has been a long time.”
“Not your fuckin’ uncle.”
Oh boy.
Myla looks to be in her thirties, but she’s holding it incredibly well, so it’s hilarious to watch her calling Colt uncle. He’s obviously in no way related to her, but the fact that she’s already hitting him with it makes for some great entertainment. She seems to have that kind of nature, just from the short conversation I’ve had with her. She clearly has some distaste when it comes to Colt, and it only makes me wonder what went down with him and her aunt even more.
“Wonderful to see you, too,” Myla flashes a smile.
“What are you doin’ here?” Colt demands, crossing his arms over his chest.
Myla’s face does drop when she delivers the next part of her news. “Aunt Chloe passed away a few months ago.”
Colt’s face flashes with a range of emotions, from shock, to rage, to indifference. Whatever he and Chloe had together, or didn’t have, it messed up some part deep inside him. I’ve never quite seen that kind of expression on someone’s face before.
“What happened?” Colt grinds out.
“Cancer,” Myla answers. “She left me her house, and I’m here to clean it up and sell it.”
Colt’s face tightens.
He isn’t happy with this news.
Hell, he looks like he’s about to bust a top.
I don’t know exactly when Colt was with Myla’s aunt. I know Western’s mother is no longer in the picture, after everything that went down, and so I suppose Colt could have been with her any time after that. I’m interested to know what happened, and why it ended. Judging by the look on Colt’s face, it’s a good story. Well, for those listening at least. Certainly not for him.
“You’re not doin’ shit to that house,” Colt snaps.
Myla raises her brows. “Oh, but I am. It’s my house. I’m going to fix it and sell it.”
“It’s my fuckin’ house. She left it when she upped and fuckin’ left me. I’m the only reason it’s still standin’.”
“And for that, I thank you,” Myla grins, “but now it’s mine and I’m going to be over there, finishing it up. You can join in, if you like. I hope it doesn’t bring back too many bad memories.”
Oh boy, she’s really poking him.
“Back down,” Colt’s voice is a low whip. “You won’t like what I’ll do.”
Myla waves a hand. “Yes, yes, big scary biker. I’m sure I’ll regret it. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know why I’m here.”
I have to swallow over and over to stop myself from laughing.
I like her, mostly because she’s not afraid of Colt at all.
“Do not enter my fuckin’ club again.”
Myla raises a brow. “I might need, like, power tools or something. If you see me around, don’t panic. I’ll return it all, I swear.”
Colt steps forward. “Do. Not. Enter. My. Club. Again.”
Gosh, anyone else would be terrified of him, but Myla doesn’t even flinch. “A hammer at least?” She goes on. “Nails? Perhaps a wrench?”
I bite my bottom lip, it’s truly hard not to laugh.
“Get out,” Colt demands. “Now.”
Myla shrugs. “Fine, I’ll get those things myself. Well, it was nice meeting you, Bonnie. Come by soon and say hello,” her eyes move to Western, “and you, finally. I’m off. I’ll see you soon, uncle.”
With that, she turns and saunters out.