Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
I shook my head and walked toward him. “I can’t decide if I should be asking why you are here or how you got into my camper first,” I said as I approached the door.
He gave me a cocky grin that used to turn me on. “I miss you, and the lock on this place is shit. You need a new one. I’m going to go get one and put it on after you talk to me.”
I put my hands on my hips and looked at him. “We aren’t talking, and you aren’t changing the lock. I’ll go do that. I do not need a man to handle things for me.”
He stepped forward with his eyes roaming down my body. “You miss me, right?”
I shook my head. “No, I don’t.”
His blue eyes seemed lackluster now, and I realized it was because of the piercing gray color of Garrett’s eyes.
“Damn, baby. You’re killing my ego.”
I raised my eyebrow. “Micah, there isn’t a force on earth that has the power to kill your ego.”
The corners of his mouth curled up. “You miss me.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. As if he was telling me something that was a fact.
I sighed and waved my hand at him to come outside and exit my camper. “You need to leave. I ended this. It’s over. I have to get ready and go find a job.”
Micah groaned. “You’re still doing this? I gave you some time. We’re good together, Fawn.”
I was about ready to swear off men. Even if I liked sex. I could go buy a really good vibrator. When I had money again.
“Micah, listen to me. It is over. We are friends. I’m not interested in anything more.”
He reached out and ran his hand up my arm. “If you’ll go inside with me, I can make you rethink this with my head between your legs. You love how good I can eat that pussy.” His voice lowered as he moved his hand to cover my butt. “You pulling my hair. Screaming my name as you come all over my tongue.”
I started to tell him that his tongue wasn’t as magical as he seemed to believe when I heard the gravel crunching under tires and saw a frown form between Micah’s eyes as he stared over my shoulder. Turning, I watched as a Bentley pulled up in front of my camper. The only reason I knew it was a Bentley was because I’d once dated a guy who had been restoring a much older model.
“Did you make some rich friends, baby?” he asked behind me.
I shook my head. I hadn’t made any friends. Especially of the Bentley-driving variety.
When it came to a stop, two doors opened at the same time. The driver’s side, where a young blond guy with tattoos stepped out, and the back right door, where a man in a brown cowboy hat, jeans, boots, and a black button-down shirt that was tucked in appeared. He reached up and tilted the front of his hat back.
I gasped at the same time Micah whispered, “Fucking hell,” behind me.
Why was Garrett at my camper? How did he know where I lived? I was so confused that I squinted my eyes and studied him closer to make sure I was seeing him right.
Micah’s hand went to my hip, and he gripped it, tightening his hold and moving me back and to the side as he stepped around me. His entire body was tense, as if he was nervous about something. This was all so odd and out of place that I wasn’t sure I was awake.
“Garrett,” Micah said as a greeting, and my gaze swung up to him in surprise.
He knew Garrett? How? Why? This was a weird dream brought on from being fired last night. Nothing else made sense.
“Micah,” Garrett replied.
“How do you know him?” I asked Micah, but he held me back, and his body was so rigid that my heart started to race.
What was wrong? I looked back at Garrett to see his focus was on me.
I tried to move forward, but Micah physically pushed me back.
Frustrated, I glared up at him. “What is wrong with you?” I asked.
“Move away from Fawn.” Garrett’s tone wasn’t threatening. It was casual. But somehow, it seemed laced with a warning.
“I wasn’t aware you knew Fawn,” Micah said, his hold easing up on me, but he wasn’t moving out of my way.
Garrett let out a low, deep chuckle. “Boy, don’t mistake my loyalty to Liam as one to you.”
Liam Walsh? The president of The Judgment? Garrett didn’t look like a man connected to a motorcycle club. He looked like a wealthy ranch owner in his cowboy hat and boots, being driven around in a Bentley.
Micah looked at me as he moved out of my way. I could see the fear in his eyes, and it unnerved me. What was he scared of?