Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“Then don’t keep fraternizing with the enemy,” he barked.
“I’m just saying, Big Daddy has enough on his mind with the distillery right now. We don’t need to get his thoughts caught up in a bunch of town gossip.”
“Fine.”
“His friend Isaac seemed nice,” Walker said, and I turned to him, noticing again his interest—something Dwain was as oblivious to as Lee and Big Daddy.
“The one who called us inbreds?” Dwain asked.
“Dwain, Walker and I’ve always thought you looked a little too much like Aunt Mona…and you know how she loves to ply some moonshine in Big Daddy.”
He scoffed, shaking his head. “Here. Lemme help your hangover,” he said, amping the volume of his pop song.
As the talking subsided and Dwain took us farther and farther away from Murray’s, I just couldn’t get that Mitchell guy outta my head.
CHAPTER FIVE
Cohen
Seriously, what the fuck was up with that family and their genes? They were all tall, muscular, glistening with this rugged glow, and hot. Well, at least Brody and Walker. Dwain was sexy too, but if I never saw him again, it would be too fucking soon.
After our run-in with the O’Ralleys, we came back to the house, put the groceries away, and I called my mom.
She was the main reason I’d been willing to come to Buckridge. We had a strange relationship—or so it seemed to me—where she encouraged my curiosity about my past, and coming here was part of that. All I knew was that my biological mom had been great, my world, and then she’d died in a car accident. I went into foster care until I was adopted. After that I’d always had such conflicting emotions: wanting to discover more about my mom’s past warred with the guilt I felt about it, because my adoptive family had given me the world, in their own slightly reserved way. Then the mixed emotions about them keeping my last name Mitchell, and loving them but not always feeling like I fit, and getting lost in it all.
After the call, we’d headed straight back to the office. We’d been in here for hours, trying to make sense of everything, while I pretended the O’Ralleys didn’t exist and Isaac continued to bring them up every few minutes. I’d also put a call in to Byron and was waiting to hear from him.
“What did Lydia have to say?” Isaac asked as we sat in the office, surrounded by paperwork.
“Nothing really, which I expected.” I’d been hoping something might’ve been said to my mom over the years, buried in adoption paperwork or something, that could make sense of all this. “She’s got nothing.”
“You ask her about the feud?”
“No.” There was really no point.
I looked at the paper in my hand. There had to be some shit missing. He gave totals, but there were no bank-account numbers. I still couldn’t find any information except for the few years before he closed.
My thoughts went from that to the family feud, then settled on the tall, gorgeous, broad-shouldered man with those freckles that were cute as fuck. The guy I was supposed to hate without even knowing anything about him other than he could really fucking kiss. He seemed to be the most sane O’Ralley…and the sexiest, though Walker wasn’t bad either. Maybe if I could get Brody alone, I could get some information out of him…
“Think I can fuck Walker?” Isaac asked, jerking me out of my thoughts.
“What the hell?” Though I shouldn’t have been surprised.
“Um, because you wouldn’t do the other one? I saw you. I know you. You want him. Don’t lie to me.”
“He’s my sworn enemy!” I countered, and Isaac rolled his eyes. “This is some crazy-ass shit. I didn’t think stuff like this was real. I’m still not convinced we’re not part of some government experiment or something.”
“Blah, blah, blah. Who cares? Do you think I can fuck Walker? I mean, obviously Brody swings our way a bit, since he shoved his tongue down your throat and couldn’t keep his eyes off you, but I think Walker might too. It was hard to tell, but I wonder if he was trying to flirt with me, only he’s really bad at it? I don’t know. It was adorable in this rugged sort of way. Like he would work the land, then come in, all sweaty and demanding, throw me over the counter, and fuck me hard.”
I couldn’t help laughing, then immediately started thinking about tossing Brody over a counter somewhere and fucking him. I mean, it wasn’t my feud. What did I care? “Sounds like you have this all figured out.”
“I do. I have an active imagination. Want me to set you up with a Brody fantasy too? I think you guys will both battle for dominance. It’s so fucking hot when that happens.”
My head started throbbing—both of them, to be honest—but I concentrated on the one on my shoulders, and rubbed my temples. “This isn’t what we’re supposed to be here for. This shit is stressing me out.” More than I would likely admit. As much as I didn’t want to be involved in anything that had to do with a father who’d thrown me away, I wasn’t sure I had it in me to walk away. I’d spent my life telling myself I didn’t care about him, but now that I was here, it was screwing with my head.