Demons (Georgia Smoke #5) Read Online Abbi Glines

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Forbidden, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Georgia Smoke Series by Abbi Glines
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
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“You think you’re ready for the Breeders’ Cup?” King’s deep voice startled me.

“Uh, yes. I mean, Mr. Shephard hasn’t told me if I’m riding Bloodline in the Breeders’ yet,” I replied, trying not to get my hopes up.

He wasn’t looking at me as he stood there with his arms crossed over his chest and a black cowboy hat pulled down to shade his eyes. His focus was on Thatcher and Zephyr.

“Not Bloodline. Zephyr,” he said, then briefly glanced at me before looking away again.

My heart rate picked up as my chest tightened.

Was he serious? Did he think Stellan Shephard was going to let me ride Zephyr in the Breeders’ Cup? We had months to prepare, as it wasn’t until November.

I nodded finally, afraid to gush like I wanted to and sound unprofessional.

“Yes,” I said, then realized that had come out a little gush-like. Oops.

The corner of his mouth tugged up. “When Thatcher is ready, he’ll start having you ride Zephyr. But for now, focus on Bloodline. You two have the Belmont Derby Invitational next week, and Bloodline will be leaving in a couple of days to travel up there. He’s your only concern at the moment.”

I nodded. This was my first race on a Shephard Ranch horse. The thrill of being a jockey, riding for the Shephards, was major. Almost as good as riding in the Kentucky Derby would be.

I glanced around, and there was still no sign of JB. I had asked Jim about him, and he’d mumbled that he didn’t know before attempting to get away from me. King would probably know.

“Um, do you, uh, know where JB has been? I mean, I haven’t seen him in a while, and I was wondering if he was sick or something.”

King’s jaw ticced as if he were tensing up.

Did he not like JB? Maybe he’d done something wrong, and I hadn’t heard about it. That didn’t seem like JB though.

“He quit,” King said.

Why had he quit? I thought he liked working here. Was it me? Had I misread his flirting and come on too strong? Oh God. Was that why the others wouldn’t talk to me? They had all liked JB.

“How has Thatcher been treating you?” King asked.

That was an odd question. Had JB quitting made Thatcher mad? Crap. I shouldn’t have flirted. I should apologize. Maybe JB would come back if I promised to leave him alone.

I glanced back out at Thatcher to see him making his way toward us. Seeing him at a distance on a horse was something to look at, but the closer he got, the better the view. It was almost enough to stop the anxiety that was starting to build. If JB had quit because of me, I was going to literally die of humiliation.

“Um, uh …” I wasn’t sure how to answer this. Thatcher hadn’t said a word to me. He never did. “Fine. I mean, we don’t actually talk.”

King appeared almost annoyed. “Is that so?”

Why did that bother him, or was I reading him wrong? Or maybe Thatcher was going to say something to me about JB quitting, and he hadn’t yet. Was King upset with me? If I were the reason JB had left, then I really hoped Thatcher wasn’t the one they sent to talk to me about it. If he corrected me about flirting with their employees, I might not recover from that. I couldn’t even flirt with normal men correctly. Normal meaning those who didn’t go to church and I hadn’t been forced to interact with most of my life. I was going to die a spinster—or even worse, a virgin spinster.

Maybe Thatcher wouldn’t say anything to me about it. Other than slamming Storm against the stables for snapping at me a few weeks ago, Thatcher didn’t acknowledge me. Our strange, brief interactions had stopped about seven years ago. Now, they often felt like I’d made them up in my head. Which I hadn’t because even then, I’d be shocked when he randomly showed up when I needed someone to talk to or the times I needed help. Whatever I had been upset about, he’d managed to always lift my mood just by talking to me.

Thatcher slowed as he and Zephyr approached the fence. His eyes were locked on King though. He’d yet to even glance in my direction, and I would know because I was incapable of looking anywhere else when he was present. It was as if I needed to soak him in before he left again. Completely creepy of me, and I’d never admit it to a soul.

“Everything good?” he asked King.

King nodded his head. “Yeah, just talking to Capri here about you deciding she was going to ride Zephyr in the Breeders’.”

Wait, what?! Thatcher was the one who had decided I would ride Zephyr?

A warm, tingly thing that was a level higher than joy spread through me as I stared up at him. His eyes flicked over to me fleetingly before he stared down at King. His lips were in a hard line that took a little of that warmth away. Had he changed his mind already? Before I’d gotten a chance to even ride Zephyr.



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