Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Sounds like more than a fuck and run,” Adrian says, interrupting my thoughts. “Don’t fall too hard and too fast. Last time that really screwed you up.”
“Toby was the one who screwed up. All I did was love him.”
“Just be careful.”
“Cool Adrian Frost has a heart after all.”
“Our secret,” he mutters and then he curses when another voice says something to him. “He’s killing me with these fucking pants—”
Click.
He must have ended our call to deal with his assistant. Imagining a sassy boy with tight pants flustering my friend has me grinning. It’s good for that frosty bastard.
I busy myself for the next couple of hours checking in on updates with the contractors, linens and bedding that’ve been on backorder, and creating a marketing plan for event hosting. As much as I would love the B&B to be successful as just that, I know it’d be smart to have other avenues to bring in money. The separate building being erected close to the B&B is an industrial barn design that’ll be perfect for hosting small wedding ceremonies. My stomach starts to grumble for lunch just as my phone buzzes.
Jax: Where might I run into a hot B&B owner on my lunch hour?
Me: Hmm, I’m kind of craving a burger.
Jax: The only place that serves decent burgers is Red Hake Bowling Alley and only when Zak is scheduled to work.
Since it’s a school day and he’s obviously not working, I guess burgers are out.
Me: Shelly says you took her to a great place on the Boardwalk. I could go for some lobster chowder.
Jax: Meet you there in twenty.
I pocket my phone and then stand from my desk, stretching all my limbs. I’m eager to see Jax again. Last night, I left his place after he fell asleep. It’s easier than when I spend the whole night with him. I hate leaving, but he always has a panicked expression because he fears getting caught. It leaves a sourness in my stomach seeing the look on his face, so avoiding it altogether is what works best for me.
Shelly is busy arguing with Hans about something. I give them a quick wave on my way out, only stopping to grab my coat and gloves along the way. As soon as I step outside and am hit with ice pellets, I groan. January in Brigs Ferry Bay is the equivalent to Hell. Fucking horrible.
Cursing against the battering cold, I hit the fob on my car and run across the grass that’s dusted with snow, watching my step so I don’t slip and fall on my ass. When I make it to my vehicle, I stop to squint.
“What the fuck?”
I use my gloved hand to dust off the snow on the side of my car. Sure enough, someone keyed my goddamn car. Unbelievable.
Faggot.
How original.
I pull my phone out and text a picture to Jax, telling him our lunch plans have changed to a date to see Leo at Blue Shark Auto Repair.
Just how I wanted to spend my afternoon.
“You’re right. The burgers were fucking terrible,” I complain as we climb back into Jax’s Tahoe.
Since the bowling alley is across the street from the auto repair shop, I thought it made sense to eat the burgers, but now I know to trust Jax’s suggestions.
“Zak doesn’t normally work the grill, but when I visit while on his shift, he always hops over there to make me a burger.” Jax’s smile falls as he glances my way. “You okay?”
His cheeks are rosy from the cold and his brown eyes are soft. Dark lashes frame his soulful eyes. He wets his full pink lips with his tongue, making my dick twitch at the reminder from last night when he had them wrapped around my cock.
“Yeah, I’m better than okay.” I drop my stare to his lips again. “You know how hard it is not to pull you across the console and kiss you right now?”
He reaches over and takes my hand, squeezing it. “Trust me. I know. It’s nearly fucking impossible.” Longing shimmers in his eyes. “Maybe one day.”
“Maybe,” I say, placating him.
We both know he’s nowhere close to that day. As much as I enjoy being with him, I’m worried that day just feels too far away. Maybe even an impossible day that won’t ever happen.
I have fantastic luck in the boyfriend department.
Not your boyfriend, idiot.
“Dante—” Jax starts, his dark brows knitting together.
His words are cut off by the ringing of my phone. It’s probably Leo from the shop giving me the estimate on the repairs. When I see the school’s name on my phone, a sliver of unease shoots through me.
“It’s the school.” I swipe to answer. “Dante Kincaid.”
“Sorry to bother you, Mr. Kincaid, but we need you to come up here.”
I storm into the office, anger rippling from me. Not because I’m pissed at Callan, but because I’m pissed that this shit keeps happening to our family. I’m thankful Jax is with me because we’ll absolutely be filing a police report.