Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 83550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Floundering?” I glare up at him, ignoring the way my heart races at his proximity. “You’re such a conceited—”
It’s only when someone clears their throat that I bite back the rest of my comment.
We both turn toward the guy behind the counter.
“Sorry to interrupt,” he mutters. “What can I get for you?”
“She’ll take the McNichols Special.”
“Excuse me? Exactly when did you start making decisions for me?”
“Since we became a couple. Remember, muffin?”
A growl builds low and deep, vibrating through me. It’s so tempting to snap my teeth at him.
“Better make it extra grande,” Bridger adds with a wink. “Someone didn’t get enough sleep last night.”
Oh my God, he did not just say that!
“Coming right up. Name on the order?”
“Muffin.”
“Make sure you sleep with one eye open, Sanderson. Because I’m getting out of this relationship.” I drop my voice before narrowing my eyes. “One way or another.”
He flashes a grin. “You’re adorable when you’re all riled up.”
With that, he tosses a few bills on the counter and presses a kiss against the tip of my nose. “This one’s on me.”
I release a frustrated groan as he saunters toward the exit, his confidence seemingly unshaken. There is no damn way I’ll be able to put up with Bridger Sanderson for more than twenty-four hours straight.
Even that’s pushing it.
14
Bridger
A smile quirks the corners of my lips as I push through the door of the Roasted Bean. Holland Tate is a live wire, always ready to spark. Riling her up has become something of a sport to me. One I’m starting to enjoy a little too much.
The way her eyes ignite with fire is addictive.
Added bonus—it takes my mind off all the other bullshit in my life.
My amusement fades when I find Garret waiting outside, his expression murderous as he closes the distance between us.
“What the hell do you want, Akeman?” I snap, all my good humor fading. He’d been up my ass all through practice this morning.
It’s like everywhere I go, there he is.
The strange part is that we’ve been teammates for years and never had any issues.
Were we tight?
Not really, but our relationship was never contentious.
Now it feels like we’re one wrong word away from throwing punches.
Instead of answering my question, he fires off one of his own. “What the hell are you doing with Holland Tate?”
Ah, there it is. I knew he had a thing for her.
I lift my chin, all the while holding his steady gaze. “That’s none of your damn business, now is it?”
He scoffs, the sound sharp and bitter. “There’s no fucking way she’d give you the time of day.”
Something dark twists inside me, and the words shoot out of my mouth before I can stop them. “Actually, that’s not true. She was in my bed last night, and it’s exactly where you’ll find her tonight.”
His lips flatten as rage ignites in his eyes. “We’ll see how long it lasts. I’ll take her the same way I plan on taking your spot on the ice. And guess what? There’s not a damn thing you or your daddy can do to stop it.”
The way he spits out the word daddy stirs something ugly in my gut. His words echo the last message to screw with my life.
My fists clench. “What’d you say?”
Garret leans in, his smirk widening, as if realizing he just found a tender spot to sink his teeth into. “Oh, I think you heard me.”
“Pretty sure I didn’t. Why don’t you say it again and let’s see what happens?”
Holland bursts out of the coffee shop, freezing for half a second before marching over to plant a hand on my chest and pushing me back. Her touch burns even through my shirt.
“Are you two really doing this?” she seethes, looking between us with blazing eyes.
Garret’s gaze stays locked on me as he snarls, “I’d like to know what you see in this guy. He’s a fucking joke. A talentless hack.”
Heat surges in my chest, and I open my mouth to snap back, but a sharp voice cuts through the tension.
“What’s going on here?” My father strides toward us, suit immaculate and expression lethal. Tension thickens the air as his calculating gaze moves between me and Garret. “Is there an issue?”
Garret straightens. “No, sir.”
“Good,” Dick says, though his tone suggests he doesn’t buy it for a second. His attention shifts to me, and his jaw tightens. “I’d like to see you in my office.”
“Fine,” I bite out, my fists still clenched as adrenaline pumps through my veins.
“Sooner rather than later.” His gaze cuts to Holland, narrowing slightly before dismissing her entirely. “I’m sure all of you have somewhere to be.”
The moment he walks away, Garret throws me one last glare before stalking off.
I force myself to breathe and relax muscles that are coiled for a fight. It’s not easy after a run-in with the two people who get under my skin the most.