Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
“Did you have a good day at school?” Sutton asks Case.
“Yesssss,” he drawls out the s at the end.
Sutton takes Case to school each morning when she’s scheduled at Down Home Diner. I’ve managed to get her to only work part-time because we worked as fast as possible on her house, got it all fixed up, and she’s making money from renting it out.
“Do you want your usual or something different?” she asks Case.
“French fries and pie!” I take Case out of her arms.
“Alright, what about you?” Sutton asks me.
“That depends. I can cook dinner if you’re tired, or we can have an early dinner and a bowl of cereal later on.” Her eyes light up, and I already know that means food here. She’ll go home, shower, relax, work on her schoolwork for an hour or so while Case does something right along with her, and then we’ll turn on a movie to unwind while we have either a bowl of cereal, a grilled cheese, or Case’s personal favorite of dessert.
“The special?” I nod. Sutton moves closer, and I dip my head. “I’m going to order Case chicken but put it on my plate.” She’s figured out another way to get food into Case that doesn’t consist of a carbohydrate or a vat of sugar. Sutton will hide vegetables in dinner or pretending it’s hers, making it look good, and then he’ll sneak bites here or there until he’s finished.
“Sounds good to me, babe. We’ll be in our usual spot.” Case kicks his feet, and I set him down.
“Uncle Tree!” The diner bell rings, I look up, and sure enough, Trey and Sienna walk through the door along with Amos and his wife, Genevieve.
“What’s up, Case? You causing havoc and flirting with the ladies?” He wraps his arms around Trey’s legs.
“I’m getting pie.” Case moves back to me just as fast as he left. The long diner bar is pretty empty since it’s early in the afternoon.
“Me too, Case, me too,” Sienna says, her eyes checking out the display case, looking at what Maeve delivered today.
“How’s it going, Amos?” I ask. Genevieve sidles in closer. I nod my head in her direction. It takes her awhile to warm up, and I’m not one to push.
“Good. Same shit, different day,” he responds. We all take our seats, and Sutton grabs a pile of mugs with one hand and the pot with the other then goes down the line. We guys go after the coffee while the women order their drinks, and Sutton grabs chocolate milk for Case.
Amos spins around in his seat when he hears the bell and says, “Look what that cat dragged in.”
“Wow, I think he’s taking you up on visiting us, honey,” Genevieve notes.
“I’d say so. Didn’t think he would,” Amos mutters, keeping me in the dark.
“That’s Clay. We bought the bison from him. He shut down the farm since, decided to pick up and move somewhere else,” Trey tells me after a beat.
“Gotcha,” I reply. Case starts wiggling in his seat when he sees Sutton bring his food along with ours. The others will have to wait a minute. I’ll be damned if my woman’s food gets cold because my family decided to come in at the tail end of her shift.
“Damn, maybe I should have bought a patch of land here in Arrowleaf,” Clay says, looking from Sienna to Sutton, his gaze lingering on Sutton. I growl beneath my breath, not caring if this fucker has some kind of friendship with my brother. “Do you have a sister? I already know Sienna and Genevieve don’t.”
“Clay, you about lost your front teeth. Ryland doesn’t share, so keep your eyes to yourself,” Trey warns before I get a word in edgewise.
“Nope, only child, and I’m taken,” Sutton responds to his question.
“Figures. Between Amos and the Johnson Brothers, they probably got the last prettiest women in all of the nation.” Clay takes his seat.
“I guess this means you’re setting roots here?” Trey asks.
“Nope, bought a plot of land on the mountain in Colorado,” Clays says, not making a whole hell of a lot of sense since Wyoming is on top of Montana and he’s coming from Texas. “I had to come up here and pick up a new truck.”
“Well, it’s good to have you. Sorry we can’t help you in the women department. But if you need a place to stay, ours is open,” Amos offers.
“We’ve got room, too,” Trey suggests. I elbow my brother in the side. He grunts then tips up his lips as he takes a sip of his coffee. I hope the dark liquid burns going down his throat. He and Amos might be fine with him staying around their women. I sure as fuck am not, and it isn’t because I don’t trust Sutton; I do. It’s the thought of him having no problem flirting with my woman. I look at her hand, seeing it bare without my ring on her finger. It’s high fucking time to make Sutton mine in every way possible.