Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
“What’s that?”
“You the reason she was holed up in her room all night and when I left this morning?” I don’t get a chance to say anything before he goes on. “I swear to God if it was fucking Richie, I’ll drive my ass to Chicago and shove my boot so far up his ass he won’t be able to sit down without thinking about hurting another woman.”
“It wasn’t her ex. It would be me who was a dick. Kody’s also the reason I was late getting in this morning. I had to drop Josephine off at my parents’, then she caught wind I was meeting up with your sister and let me know Kody was her friend, not mine.” Shaun shakes his head. JoJo has everyone wrapped around her finger. “Anyways, I met Kody for coffee, apologized, we talked. She’s going to watch Josephine, and I’m going to do my damnedest to earn your sister even if I don’t deserve her. That being said, if you’ve got a problem, too fucking bad.”
“Glad to see she’ll be with a real man this time around. You hurt my sister, I’ll hurt you harder. Matthew’s brother, boss, or Josephine’s dad, I’ll knock you off your ass,” Shaun states.
“Got it. Loud and clear. I hope it never comes to that, but I understand all the same.”
“Woohoo, did I join the party at the right time?” Matthew breaks up our conversation. Probably a good thing, too. Shaun and I can both be a bit of a hot head.
“Yep.”
“Seems so,” Shaun tells Matthew.
“It’s about damn time. You could slice the sexual tension between those two with a knife.” Matthew is inserting his foot into his mouth. Where the hell is his damn filter when he needs it? Lacey needs to rein her husband in or at least stay stocked on duct tape.
“Dude, shut the fuck up. That’s my sister, and you’re putting thoughts in my head no brother should have. Jesus, I’m getting to work.” Shaun rolls up the plans until they’re secured tightly with a rubber band, slams the tailgate of his truck up, and then storms off.
“I think you pissed him off more than I did. Anyone ever tell you, brother, your mouth could use a filter?”
“What? I didn’t say anything others weren’t already thinking.” He throws his hands up like he wasn’t at fault.
“Let’s get to work. This land ain’t gonna clear itself.” I head back to my truck, digging my phone out of my pocket to make sure I didn’t miss anything. Mainly from Mom and Josephine, which is why I’m shocked when I’ve got a message from Kody. A picture of her and Josephine appears on my screen. JoJo has her arms around Kody’s neck, looking like she’s squeezing all the oxygen out of her. The smile on Kody’s face says it all. It’s a smile that lights up the whole damn room, and damn, am I happy she’s giving me a chance even if I don’t deserve her.
Kody: Hanging with my friend. I hope you don’t mind. My mom was on her way over to your mom's when I called to ask for help on my photo booth this weekend and invited me along.
Me: I never thought I’d be jealous of my own daughter. Wish I were there with my two favorite girls.
I pocket my phone, grab my drink from the truck, and get to work. The faster the workday is over, the sooner I’ll get to hear Kody’s voice. Maybe we’ll get this shit done quickly enough I can talk her into having dinner at my house tonight. Fuck, I really like that plan, and once Josephine goes to bed, I could get another taste of my dark-haired temptress.
20
KODY
I’m in a sour mood. There’s no rhyme or reason to it except I got my hopes up and I’m the only one to blame for it. The reason being is Jameson. This time, I can’t even blame the grumpy single dad. I know his job isn’t nine to five, and neither is mine when I’m at a shoot. He never promised he’d see me today either. I just got excited at the potential of seeing him. I’m a basket case, it’s official, or I’m becoming one of those needy girls who has to see the guy they’re talking to every waking moment. No, that cannot be the case, can it? I guess it’s a good thing Shaun wasn’t home when I came in, or he’d see me having a temper tantrum and call me out on my shit. So, like the adult I’m pretending to be, I made a sandwich for dinner, took a hot shower, scrubbed my body, shaved, but ignored washing my hair. I was not in the mood to blow it dry, and with how annoyed I am with myself, my hair would have taken the brunt of my foulness.