Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Smiling slightly, he shook his head. “No, that’s not bad at all. Just remember what she’s been through, Preston. I don’t want to see you get hurt. What about Sherry?”
Moving nervously in my seat, I looked away as I said, “We broke up.”
“Really? Why?”
Looking back at him, I caught his eyes. “Cap, I’ve told you my feelings for Sherry weren’t what I first thought they were. It was a long time coming.”
Standing up, he pushed his hands through his hair and said, “Preston, I want you to take things slow. Whether this is a friendship or something more…take it slow.” Cap’s eyes moved to the window and he frowned for just a brief second. But it was long enough to cause me to look over my shoulder back at Harmony.
That fucking bastard. Sharp was sitting next to Harmony with his arm draped on the sofa behind her.
Standing up, I looked back at Cap. “Okay, well, I guess we ought to be going.”
When Cap grabbed my arm and stopped me, I closed my eyes and waited for what was coming.
“I see the way you look at her, Preston. And the way you just reacted when you saw Sharp sitting next to her.”
Smiling, I turned around and said, “Cap, it’s nothing. If anything I’m probably just being protective, like a big-brother kind of thing.”
“Uh-huh. I don’t ever remember you looking at Sherry like that once in the two years you dated her, son.”
My smile dropped and I quickly spun around and headed to the door. Opening it up, I stepped outside the office and inhaled deeply to try to compose myself before walking over to Harmony and Sharp.
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After leaving the fire station, Harmony asked if we could stop in a few stores. She was still trying to decorate her new place and needed some things to add life to the condo. I’d never had so much fun shopping in my life. The best part was, Harmony couldn’t make a decision to save her life so we only had two bags to carry.
“Are you getting hungry?” I asked as we walked out of one store.
Stopping and looking at me, she laughed. “Yes! I’ve been having so much fun I didn’t even realize it was so late. Dinner sounds amazing. What did you have in mind?”
“How about we go to my uncle’s place? He owns a beer joint with some of the best food in Boston.”
Giggling, Harmony said, “Sounds like we found our place for dinner. I can’t wait to see it.”
Laughing, I remembered Harmony’s comment about Irish guys. “Oh, I can’t wait for them to see you.”
Grabbing her hand, I called for a taxi. Taking a quick look at her Yankees gear, I cursed myself for not being able to get it off her by lunchtime. I’d tried a few times to get her to buy another shirt. I even bet her once or twice on something and if I won, she had to change. Nothing had worked. I silently said a prayer everyone would take it easy on my girl.
Glancing at Harmony, I couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “John’s Place on Broad Street.”
Chapter 11
Irishmen and the Yankees
Harmony
The taxi drove to the financial district as Preston and the taxi driver talked about baseball. Rolling my eyes, I let out a sigh. I never understood why everyone was so crazy about the Red Sox. I think that was the main reason I became a Yankees fan. Because Jake drove me mad with all the Red Sox shit.
The taxi pulled up and parked as Preston paid him and grabbed the two shopping bags. Reaching his hand into the cab, he helped me out.
I wondered if Preston was always such a gentleman, or was it just that he was trying to give me a nice day? My eyes traveled down his well-toned body. Twenty-three. He sure seemed mature for being just twenty-three. Licking my lips, I wondered how good a kisser he was.
Oh, holy hell. I needed to stop this and stop it now.
Taking a few steps down the street, Preston turned and said, “We’re here.”
Glancing to my right, I saw an Irish pub and that was it. “Where is it?”
Pointing to the pub, Preston smiled bigger.
Oh, holy hell. Was Ward an Irish name? One more look at the door caused me to let out a gasp. I was in for a serious shit storm.
Walking closer to the door, I read the sign out loud. “Red Sox fans only.” I jerked my head back to Preston, who threw his head back and laughed.
“Ah hell, this should be interesting. Come on, Harmony, this Irish boy wants to introduce you to some friends.”
No. No. No. No. Grabbing his arm, I glared at Preston with what I was hoping was a horrified look on my face. “Preston! I’m wearing Yankees stuff.”