Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
That wasn’t the only reason I couldn’t work mornings. I had a class on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. But I also walked dogs and provided pet sitting, and I’d painstakingly scheduled those appointments around my classes.
Grant didn’t look surprised that I had multiple jobs. Langley students seemed to instinctively know that I didn’t come from their world. “I think we can make that work.” He looked over at his cousin, and after a moment, Bennett nodded.
Clearly, Bennett was the boss. Literally. I’d looked up the fraternity online before coming here, and he was the president. Grant was vice president. That reminded me that I’d also prepared a list of questions.
“If I get the job, where would I be staying?”
Grant fielded that one. “A handful of brothers graduated, so you can take your pick of the free rooms.” He grinned. “That way you can make sure it’s clean before the new recruits move in in the fall.”
“She can have Edward’s old room on the second floor,” Bennett said, overruling his cousin. Though it didn’t dampen the relaxed expression on Grant’s face, his shoulders tensed.
“And meals?”
“They’re included,” Bennett said.
“If you cook them,” Grant added with a wink.
“Groceries are delivered once a week,” Bennett continued. “But we had a barbecue over the weekend for some of our classmates, so we’re running low on supplies. You’ll have to do some shopping to tide us over.”
My stomach sank as I contemplated that. I doubted that these men got their food from the few reasonably priced grocery stores like I did. “How much food would I need to get?”
Grant studied me and guessed at the issue. “Don’t worry. Just save your receipts and we’ll reimburse you.” He grinned, elbowing his cousin. “We’re good for it.”
Bennett looked amused. They probably had enough money to buy a new car every semester—but I sure didn’t.
“I, uh, don’t have very much extra money in my account right now.”
Grant’s eyebrows shot up. “Have you considered getting a trust fund?” He and Bennett laughed, and I wanted to sink through the floor. Plenty of people in northern Georgia were hurting for money—just not anyone who could afford to go to a private college like Langley University.
Bennett waved off my concerns. “We can front you the money. If you get the job.” He added that last part as if I had interviewed here for the sole purpose of stealing their grocery money. The thought nearly made me laugh out loud. His family likely had a fleet of lawyers—I didn’t even know any.
“When will you make your decision?” I asked.
“We’ve talked to a few girls already. You’re the last,” Bennett said. Which didn’t really answer my question. My heart pounded faster in my chest. It was a strange sensation to not really want something but to need it so damn badly.
“Are you sure you want to work here?” Grant asked, as if he’d read my mind. “We can be… a bit much.” His voice was casual, but his eyes were serious.
I had no doubt that if the other four guys living here this summer were like these two, it would be a bit much. Or a lot much. Hell, cleaning the frat house alone seemed like a full-time job. But I was out of options. “Absolutely.”
Grant studied me for a moment longer and then turned his blue eyes on his cousin. “I think she might work out.”
I turned to Bennett. He and Grant looked so similar. Same blond hair, but Grant’s was a little lighter. Both tall, but Grant was a little taller. It looked like Grant was the original, and Bennett had been copied from him in a slightly smaller size.
But still, Bennett was the boss, and his forehead creased as he mulled it over. “Can you start immediately?”
“Yes.” I had to be careful not to shout the word. “The sooner the better.” That was easy to say when another night into the hotel I’d checked into this morning would all but bankrupt me.
Bennett seemed to be trying to look straight into my mind, as if trying to ascertain my true intentions. After an agonizing minute, he said, “Yes, we’ll give you a try.”
Relief filled me. Never mind that Tori had warned me that this wasn’t a good place for a woman to live. My friend Naomi had told me that, too. Hell, even the little voice in the back of my head, the one that had reminded my childhood self not to run with scissors, had told me that.
But what choice did I have?
“Thank you,” I said sincerely. But then I reflected on this phrasing. “A try?”
“Yes. We have to know if you’re a good fit.”
Bennett’s words made sense, but something about the glance he exchanged with Grant struck me as odd.
“Only one way to know, right?” Grant added.
“Right.” Bennett stood up and Grant pulled his long legs in to let his cousin pass by. The fraternity president towered over me as he walked away, and Grant was even taller than he was.