Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
I’d pick one exactly like Carter, the fireman from earlier. I still can’t get over his big muscular frame and tattoos that were hiding under his clothes. He had brown wavy hair with hints of grey, which I love and amber eyes. They were so piercing and beautiful as he stared at me so intensely, probably wondering why I was dressed like an eighty-year-old librarian.
I do need a man. Badly. I’m twenty-one and haven’t even been kissed before. Obviously, I’ve never had sex either. I’m not saving myself for marriage or anything like that. I’m just waiting until I know it’s the right guy.
“Okay, that’s enough about my love life.” Or lack of a love life is more like it. “Let’s make some snowmen.”
The kids start their crafts as I walk around, supervising them.
Something catches my eye out the window and I jerk my head back in surprise when I see Carter the fireman across the street watching me.
No… He couldn’t be watching me.
My whole body starts tingling and I swear that he is. His sexy dark eyes are locked on me.
I head over to the window with my heart pounding and he quickly moves on. He starts jogging toward his firetruck, then quickly gets in and drives away.
That was strange…
I’m still thinking about it ten minutes later when I’m helping the kids with the glue gun. They’re not allowed to touch it, but that doesn’t stop Max from grabbing it when I’m busy helping Annabelle with her orange construction paper carrot nose.
I smell burning and then feel a weight on my hair. “Max!” I scream in shock when I realize what he’s done. He put the glue gun too close to my hair and it got all tangled up.
My tone scares him and he starts wailing just as Gwendolyn walks by.
“Everything okay in here?” she asks as she pops her head in my class.
“Everything is great!” I lie. Max is crying his eyes out, there’s a glue gun stuck in my hair, and two boys are fighting in the corner.
Why does everything I touch turn into a dumpster fire?
She leaves and I get everyone settled down. I’m not supposed to, but I put on a movie for the kids as I head into the bathroom with a pair of scissors.
The fucker really got me and I have no choice. Hot tears spring to my eyes as I cut a huge chunk of my hair off. It’s either that or figure out a way to style it with a glue gun accessory.
My shoulders slump down as I look at the ridiculous reflection staring back at me. If I had trouble getting a boyfriend before, it’s going to be damn near impossible now.
After my long day, I wave to the janitor who gave me a lift home and walk into my apartment. Buddy, my German Sheppard, rushes forward and leaps on me like Hobbes would always leap on Calvin when he got home from school.
He’s all licks and pants and jumping around as I dig my hands into his thick scruff and give him a kiss on his snout.
I love this dog. He’s one of the only good things in my life even if he is the reason why I’m getting evicted.
The landlord doesn’t like that he barks sometimes and he said either the dog goes or we both do. And I’m not about to abandon my Buddy.
Not now, not ever.
“What’s that, Buddy?” I say as he licks my cheek. “You love my new haircut? Why, thank you! I did it myself.”
He jumps up and barks. He’s so excited he can barely contain himself.
“Yup. It is a new style. I’m pioneering it. Tomorrow, you’re going to see anyone who’s anyone walking around with a big chunk of hair missing from their head.”
I take him for his walk, feed him, and then I sit down with a microwave dinner and watch some Jeopardy while he rests at my feet and watches me with those big brown eyes of his.
“What is an omnivore?” I say to Alex who always ignores me.
Buddy’s head pops up and he turns to the window. A low growl rumbles out of him as his lip curls up over his teeth.
“What is wrong with you?” I ask as my pulse starts to race.
He leaps up and rushes to the window, growling and snarling and barking his head off.
“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” I shout as I put my dinner down and rush over. “What has gotten into you, dog?”
He’s got his two front paws on the window ledge as he barks at the dark night sky. I grab his collar and take a quick peek outside, but I don’t see anything.
“Come on, dude,” I say as I try to pull him down. He doesn’t want to budge. “It’s hard to convince the landlord to let us stay when the whole neighborhood can hear you!”