Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I found myself grinning for the first time since the day I dropped her off at her house with her panties in a twist—and not in a good way.
But, before I could get up and go talk to her, her eyes caught mine.
Relief seemed to pour through them at seeing me sitting there, but just as fast, a blank mask replaced the relief, and she was gone. What made June, June was buried under a layer of disinterest—a layer that I knew was there just for the simple reason that she knew it would piss me off.
And it worked. I fucking hated it.
I ground my teeth and fought the urge to stand up and storm over there.
I hated that she was staring at me like she didn’t know me.
I mean, sure, we didn’t know each other all that well—but something had passed between us on multiple occasions.
And someone didn’t save another human being’s life without some kind of a bond forming between those two people. Yet she acted like I was nothing more to her than someone passing her on the street.
“All right, ladies. The tables are numbered. Please find your table.”
Everyone moved at once, and I kept my eyes on the only girl I cared that was in the room.
She sat at table twelve with some big man who had a scar running horizontally across his face, six away from my own.
The chair in front of me moved, and my heart practically stalled in my chest.
If there was one person in this entire world that I didn’t want to talk to—it was her.
So, I did the only thing I could do. I remained silent.
Because if I had opened my mouth, I would’ve said something I would’ve regretted instantly.
“I can see that you’re surprised to see me.”
That was the understatement of the fuckin’ year.
“You have three minutes. And go!” Janie said loudly over the cacophony of voices.
“It took me a while to track you down. Your mom and dad didn’t want to tell me where you went, not that I can blame them. But then I saw your pretty face plastered all over the news, and I decided that it was a sign. I just had to come find you…and tell you that I’m sorry.”
I would’ve snorted but then I would’ve had to breathe in her scent, and I could already feel the damn perfume she wore surrounding me.
Choking me.
“You’re not going to say anything?”
I shrugged.
“Well, then I guess you’ll just have to listen to me talk for the next two minutes,” Rosie said. “Which works well for me.”
I turned my eyes away from the haunting beauty that was Rosie and found June studying us. There was a look of confusion on her face as she tried to reason what was wrong with me—and who the hell this woman was to me.
Because a person wouldn’t have the thunderous look I was sure my face had when they were meeting some random woman for the first time at a three-minute speed dating event like the one I found myself at.
Rosie touched my hand, and I jerked it back like I’d been scalded, staring at her with barely concealed hostility. “Don’t. Touch. Me.”
Rosie’s eyes widened just like they did when I got mad at her in high school. Then those stupid fuckin’ tears made their appearance.
Unfortunately for her, but fortunately for me, I was immune to them. They no longer affected me at all. Her tears were useless on me. She wasn’t just a manipulative little shit, oh no, not Rosie. She was the Queen of Manipulation.
I turned my head away again and looked back over to June.
This time, June was actually talking to the person in front of her, and she had a small smile on her face.
This time, when Rosie touched me, I didn’t bother to jerk my hand away. I turned my head and glared.
Rosie took her hand away, and I once again looked toward June.
But June’s eyes were lingering this time on my hand where Rosie’s hand had just been. Her lips were in a thin line, and she did not look happy in the least to see someone touching me.
I found myself grinning.
The one-minute gong sounded, and I leaned back in my chair, happy to continue looking at June.
“Who is the bitch?”
That had me looking back at Rosie.
This time, she wasn’t trying to ploy me with fake tears. She was pissed and not bothering to hide that fact.
“That girl? Who is she?”
I stared.
“I made a mistake.”
Another fucking understatement.
“I’m sorry.”
Sorry’s not good enough, sweet cheeks.
Still, I didn’t say a word.
“I’m…”
The buzzer went off, and Rosie’s face fell. “I won’t give up.”
I shrugged and looked away, my eyes falling on June.
June, who had her fucking hand in her partner’s hand.
I saw red.
Then stood.
The next thing I knew, I was in front of June and tossing her over my shoulder.