Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Then he walked away. Leaving me standing there like a complete idiot.
I closed my eyes and shook my head. Turning, I looked between my two brothers and Paxton.
“What just happened? Why did he treat me like an old friend he was saying hi to?”
Paxton shrugged. “I don’t know, but I think you best go after him and find out.”
Grabbing my purse, I felt my anger starting to boil. How dare he walk away? “Oh, that is exactly what I intend on doing. Excuse me, y’all.”
Chapter Nineteen
Jonathon
My truck was parked on Main Street, so I got to it pretty quickly. Right as I opened my door, I heard her call out my name. And I knew it was time to give Waylynn Parker a taste of her own medicine. I got in my truck, started it up, and pulled onto the road. I looked in the rearview and watched her stand on the sidewalk, her hands at her sides.
Shit. What if she didn’t drive to the bar. I swung a U-turn and started back down Main. Waylynn stepped into the street to flag me down. Yep, no car.
I came to a slow stop and rolled my window down. “Waylynn? What’s the matter?”
“Don’t you ‘what’s the matter’ me, Jonathon Turner.”
She marched around the front of my truck, and it was all I could do not to start laughing. Once she was in, she hit me on the shoulder.
“Ouch! What in the hell was that for?”
“For making me think you were gonna drive off and leave me here.”
“I was driving off, until you ran into the road.”
Her mouth fell. “You were honestly going to leave without me? I’ve been calling you.”
“I don’t have my phone.”
She snarled her lip. “Really? Where is it?”
“Probably somewhere in your folks’ house.”
Her mouth snapped shut. “Your phone is at my parents’ house?”
“I sure hope so, or I’ve lost it. I’m pretty sure I left it on the counter there.” I glanced out the window.
“That’s why you didn’t return my calls or text today.”
“That would be why.”
Waylynn remained silent for a few seconds before she cleared her throat. “I’m sorry for the way I acted last night. I didn’t mean anything, and I hope you know that.”
“I do.”
The weight of her stare made me peek at her. “I know you didn’t mean anything, and I know you were upset, Waylynn. I only wish you would have let me talk to you instead of pushing me away and getting drunk. If we want this to work, we need to talk to each other.”
“I was confused last night, but today my mind has been cleared, and I realize how stupid I’ve been acting. I’ve been so caught up in what everyone else thinks about me or will think about me, that I let it cloud what my heart truly wants.”
“I asked you this before, Waylynn, and I’m asking you again…what do you want?”
“Happiness. Love. My dreams. You.”
I reached for her hand. “That’s all I want for both of us, Waylynn. Together.”
“I also need you to know that when I went to the fertility clinic, it was just to ask questions and it was right after I found out about Mitchell and Corina. I was feeling sorry for myself and acting foolish. I want a baby still, though. If things work out with us…I mean…I want a baby soon.”
I pulled over and put the truck in park. I needed to look into her eyes as I spoke to her. When I kissed the back of her hand, her eyes finally seemed to shine again.
“I want to start a family too, Waylynn. I wasn’t feeding you lines of bullshit to get into your pants. You were acting with your heart and that can never be a foolish thing.”
She let out a gruff laugh. “Oh, trust me, your heart can lead you astray. At least it can until you learn how to listen to it. I was able to do that today. I went dancing.”
My brows lifted. “Dancing? Where? I was at the studio most of today.”
I chuckled. “Amelia, Corina, and I went into San Antonio to use a dance studio that a friend of Amelia’s owns. It was the first time I’d danced since I’ve been here and there was something very therapeutic about it. When I was finished the fog had lifted.”
“So, no more worrying about what people say about us?”
“No more.”
“Jack?”
“Nothing he said to me or anything about him matters at all.”
“Good. Now let’s go to my place and fuck like rabbits because seeing you in that dress is making my dick hard as a rock.”
Waylynn fanned herself with her hand. “Oh my! You do know how to sweet talk me, Jonathon Turner.”
* * *
I opened my eyes to the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. Waylynn Parker in my arms.
“Good morning, beautiful. What’s the plan for today?”