Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
I remain quiet as we pull into the parking lot of the shop. Gramps chooses that moment to keep on at it. “Not gonna admit it, huh? That’s the problem with men today. They don’t know how good they have it until it’s gone. Men in my day went after the woman who made their heart beat faster. Mark my words, you’ll figure it out sooner or later. Either that, or I’ll set sweet little Carsynn up with the deputy. Maybe that will light a fire under your slow ass. She’s been here for nearly a month. It’s about time Carsynn goes on a date. Apart from the diner, my place, the library, and the grocery store, all she does is stay home.” Gramps tries to get out of the truck, but I hit the button to lock him inside for a few minutes. There are a few things I need to get off my chest.
“You gonna breathe a minute and let me talk?” I’m holding back my smile, knowing he’s going to put me in my place the second I let him out. Which is why I keep my finger pressed on the lock button. Payback is gonna be a bitch. It’ll be worth it, though.
“If you pull the stick out of your ass and admit I was right all along.” Gramps crosses his arms over his chest and looks me dead in the eye. One thing I can guarantee is Gramps isn’t setting up the sweet and tempting little morsel with anyone, especially not the deputy. She’s fucking mine. I may not have set my eyes on her first compared to the other fuckers in this town, but I am now.
“You were right. None of that shit about her being with Deputy Carter or anyone else. Also, I’m doing this on Carsynn’s timeline, not mine and not yours. Judging from the stories you’ve told me and the skittish looks I got today at the diner, she needs to know I’m not going anywhere.” My damn track record for being out of town for three weeks sure as shit isn’t helping. My finger comes off the lock button.
“Good, I knew you’d see it my way. I just had to light a little fire under your stubborn ass.” He doesn’t have a poker face to save his life. The shit-eating grin is spread far and wide. The old man is proud as fuck of himself.
“Yeah, I hear you. Don’t start becoming Cupid. Carter doesn’t need you playing matchmaker.” No one knows this, but my buddy, Carter, has his own woman no one knows about. He’s somehow managed to keep it under wraps. No one in town knows. How he’s been able to keep things a secret with the town librarian, I have no idea. Kudos to him, though. It’s bad enough everyone knows everyone in Plaine Hill. They’d go rabid, nit-picking the shit out of their relationship, or they’d start knitting booties for a child neither of them have announced.
“Boyo, you think I’m dumb. I was waiting for you to come out with it. Carter is with Marybeth.” I don’t confirm or deny it. It’s a story that isn’t mine to tell. “Yeah, I knew you’d be tight-lipped. Word of advice, tell him to stop walking out of the library with a goofy-ass grin, otherwise, the cat will be out of the bag faster than they’d like.” I swear my grandfather is worse than some of the women in this town. The only difference is he doesn’t gossip. Nope, Grandpa Bernie prefers to sit back and people watch, always has, and since Grams and Mom are gone, he does it even more.
“I’ll let him know.”
“You do that. It was her eyes, wasn’t it?” Gramps asks quietly. I look at him. He nods, and I know who he’s talking about. Carsynn with her amber-colored eyes, solidly golden in color.
“Yeah.” I’ve never seen a single person in Plaine Hill or anywhere in my travels with her rare eye color, black lashes surrounding them. I was fucking sunk. Carsynn with her full lips that made me want to run my tongue along the seam, see how they’d look wrapped around my thumb, and damn if I didn’t want to see what they’d look like during and after she sucked my cock. And it didn’t stop there. My eyes drank her all the way in. Her shirt was loose but not too loose so I couldn’t see the size of her tits. My palms itched to find out how they’d look and feel in the palms of my hands, on her hips that flared out and lean legs that had my dick standing at its full attention. Her eyes, though, they were deep and soulful, held secrets and heartache, and I wanted to slay her dragons one by fucking one.