Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“Oh, you were in the moment, all right.” She bounces her brows. “Come on. I can’t wait to get home and start working on these edits.”
I follow her to her car in a daze. I was scared as hell to come to this photo shoot today. It was nothing that I expected and everything I needed.
four
Deacon
Frustrated, I toss down the legal brief I’ve been trying to read for the past two hours. I can’t concentrate, and that’s my thing. I do well under pressure, and my concentration is rock solid. Well, it was. That apparently doesn’t apply to a dark-haired, blue-eyed beautiful woman named Ramsey.
I can’t stop thinking about her.
I left the park hours ago, and she’s done nothing but consume my thoughts. I don’t let women consume my thoughts, but with this one, I have no choice. She’s there. So is the memory of her soft hands and her body pressed tightly to mine. The feel of my cock nestled against her pussy, and the taste of her kiss still lingers.
No matter what’s going on in my life, I’ve always been able to focus on work. Patrick and Gordman is a small law office in Willow River. We work on all kinds of cases, from real estate to divorce, to estate planning and wills. Mr. Patrick and Mr. Gordman have both been tossing around the idea of retiring since I came on board seven years ago. From that moment, I knew what I wanted. I want to buy the practice from them. I’ve been busting my ass, learning everything that I can, sucking up the knowledge from their combined experience like a sponge.
That kind of dedication comes at a cost. Working way more hours than any one person should leaves no room for a social life. My sisters like to call me a workaholic. Hell, so do my friends. Friends that it’s been months since I’ve seen for more than a passing hello, or a quick call and text message. I’ve sacrificed a lot for my career. I keep telling myself that it will be worth it. I’m still young. I’m only thirty-two.
My mind once again drifts to Ramsey. I don’t know how old she is, but she’s best friends with my little sister, who is twenty-two. They look to be the same age. She’s too damn young for me, but that doesn’t stop me from thinking about having her in my bed.
“Fuck,” I mutter. I run my hands over my face. I just need a break. That has to be what it is. This morning’s photo shoot has been the first breather I’ve allowed myself in months. I need a beer and to shoot the shit with my friends. Decision made, I reach for my phone and pull up my best friend Orrin Kincaid’s contact, and hit Call.
“He’s alive,” my best friend says with a laugh.
“Fuck off.” I snort. “What are you getting into tonight?”
“Me and a couple of my brothers are going to the Willow Tavern for a few beers. Maybe I’ll kick their asses in a game of pool,” he replies.
“What time?”
“Hold up. Are you coming out? For real?” There’s excitement in his voice, and that makes me feel like an even bigger tool. I need to make more time for those in my life that I care about. It’s not like I’m in jeopardy of losing my job. I’ve just been on go mode from the day I got the call that the job was mine. I don’t know any other way to be.
“Yeah, I was thinking about it.” Even more so now that he said that they’re going to the Willow Tavern. Ramsey works tonight. Seeing her again is probably the worst idea in the history of ideas with how I can’t stop thinking about her, but I’m going to do it anyway.
“Fuck me, it might be summer, but it’s going to snow,” he jokes. “This is a rare event.”
“Yeah, yeah. What time are you meeting there?”
“Brooks is working. His shift is over at six. That’s if he gets out on time. The plan was to meet at the Tavern around eight. He almost never gets out on time, and he’ll need to go home and shower.”
“I’ll meet you there.”
“You better not stand me up, Setty,” he warns.
I let out a hearty laugh. “I’m not standing you up. My concentration is shit. It’s time for a break,” I admit.
“You good?”
If you count lusting after your cousin, who is also my little sister’s best friend, then sure. I’m good. “Of course.” I knew that my little sister’s best friend was his younger cousin from out of town. I knew that she had some issues with her parents and was building a life for herself here in Willow River. What I didn’t know was that she’s drop-dead gorgeous, or that her lips taste as sweet as honey. I guess those are the kinds of things you miss when you’re married to your job.