Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“Good,” he fires back as his fingers tighten around the steering wheel. “Blond.”
My stomach dips as if I’m on a roller coaster. “Okay . . . blond.”
“Any requests for your date?” he says in an almost sarcastic tone.
“No,” I reply softly.
We round the corner onto Kingston Lane, and he pulls the car up to the front of my house. “Thanks.” I smile over at him. “I had a fun night.”
He nods. “Night.”
I stare over at him. No kiss on the cheek, no hug. Not even a smile.
I get out of the car and slam the door shut, and without even a wave, he drives to his house. I watch as his garage door slowly goes up.
What is his problem?
He drives into his garage, and the door shuts. I roll my eyes and storm into my house. He had to go ruin a good night, didn’t he?
Ugh . . . men.
Second after second, minute after minute, hour after hour. I stare at the ceiling as the words roll around in my head.
I would have asked for your number.
Why did he say that?
Was he playing around, or was he serious?
I would have been sure he was playing, but then he went quiet afterward, as if he was annoyed . . . hurt, even.
But it’s Blake, and he doesn’t feel like that about me.
Does he?
No. I’m sure he doesn’t.
I go over our dessert date tonight and how much fun we had together, and sadness falls over me.
Please don’t ruin this.
Blake
I hear my front door open and close. “Hey,” Henley calls.
“In the kitchen.” I flick the dish towel over my shoulder as I flip my eggs. “Want some breakfast?”
“No thanks, we’re getting going soon.” He slouches onto the stool at the counter.
“Coffee?”
“Yeah, okay.”
“I’ll have one too.” I dish my breakfast onto my plate. “Thanks.”
The front door opens, and Antony walks in. “Hey.”
“Hi,” I grumble.
Henley drags himself off the stool and begins to make our coffee. “How was last night?”
“Okay.” I give a subtle shrug. “I guess.”
He glances over at me as he makes the coffee. “Not fun?”
“Not really.”
“How come?”
“Just . . . boring night.”
Henley smirks as he passes me my cup of coffee. “Rebecca on a date with another dude a bit too much to handle?”
“Fuck off with this Rebecca shit.” I sit down and begin to cut through my toast. “We’re just friends.” I take a big bite.
“According to her.” He chuckles as he sips his coffee.
“According to me, actually,” I snap, annoyed.
“All right, so you have the details?”
“Yes.” I widen my eyes. “Why are you being such a fucking nag about this?”
“Well, we’re away for a week, and you need to know what to do.”
“I’m well and truly capable of looking after Barry the dog.” I sip my coffee. “Just fuck off to your honeymoon already.”
“So he’s going to sleep at Rebecca’s.”
“Yes.” I roll my eyes.
“And you are going to walk him each morning, and Antony is going to walk him each afternoon.”
“How many fucking walks does one dog need a day?”
“If you don’t walk him, he turns into a prick and ruins shit.”
“If he ruins any of my shit, he’s a dead dog.”
“What’s wrong with you today?”
“Nothing,” I snap. “It’s eight o’clock on a Sunday morning. Stop busting my balls about your dog.”
“Rebecca’s walking him now, and when they get home, she’s going to put him back in our yard.”
“Isn’t he staying at Rebecca’s?” I frown. “Why isn’t he going to her house?”
“Yes, but through the day, he has to go back to our yard, because if he’s left in anyone else’s yard while nobody is home, he will try to escape.”
I drag my hand down my face. “Got it.”
“And you’ll call me if anything happens.”
“Yes.”
“Did you speak to Taryn about the flash drive?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m avoiding Taryn like the plague.”
“I’ve been thinking about this.” He goes to the window and peers through the curtains into the cul-de-sac. “I don’t think anything happened with Taryn.”
“I’m sure it didn’t.” I keep eating. “Why do you say that?”
“You have zero attraction to her.”
“I know.”
“And you never hit on girls you don’t want.”
“Exactly.” I keep eating. “I’m telling you, I did not hook up with Taryn. But then she said she had footage of me and Antony.”
“Yeah.” Antony winces. “I’d find out what that is . . . stat.”
“Who did I get the love bite from, then?” I continue thinking out loud.
“I don’t know.” Henley keeps peering through the curtains. “Logan’s making his move.”
I keep eating, uninterested.
“He’s just waiting to sink his teeth into her and share her with his housemates.”
“Pretty sure Taz has already tasted everyone in that house.”
“Not Taryn. Rebecca.”
“What?” I snap.
“Every day Logan is out on the street, tuning her.”
I get up and march to the window and peer through the curtains. Rebecca is standing in front of her house talking to Logan. He’s wearing a barely there singlet with his muscles hanging out, and she’s wearing her gym clothes, with Barry on his lead. “Good,” I snap. “He can have her.” I march back to the table and go back to my breakfast.