Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I wanted to stay away from my house for as long as possible, but after climbing back behind the wheel, I head straight back. I’m exhausted, drained to the point that after I lock myself inside my home, I fall to my bed, uncaring that I’m lying on the bare mattress because putting the sheets in the dryer would just be too much work.
I sleep the rest of the day away, and when I wake to the darkness outside, I feel no more rested than when I a first went to sleep.
I get the feeling as I make my way to the fridge to forage for something to eat that this is the way my life is going to be for a while.
Chapter 34
Spade
“Don’t look at me like that,” I mutter as I stand from the sofa.
“You heard me say I’m going to the hardware store, right?”
“There’s nothing wrong with my hearing. I’m bored as hell. I just want to get out of the fucking clubhouse.”
“You weren’t bored enough to go to Jake’s with us last night,” Aro says as he walks toward the front door.
My teammate looks over his shoulder at me as if he’s waiting for a confession. I refuse to speak a word to the man before turning my attention back to Legend.
“Are you saying I can’t go?”
Aro frowns. “This isn’t fucking high school, Spade. You’re more than welcome to help.”
“Help?”
“We’re getting the supplies to fix Sylvie’s front porch.”
“That hasn’t been done yet?”
It’s been two weeks since Will Varon was captured on her front lawn.
Legend shrugs. “We’ve been waiting for you to go over there, but you’ve made it clear you had no plans to rectify it. Are you saying you don’t want to help?”
I’ve avoided riding anywhere alone since that night. It’s been the only thing keeping me from showing up at her place and reminding her of all the things she likes about me. I figure she’s moved on and pointing to my dick with a grin on my face wouldn’t go over very well.
The woman asked me to leave. As far as I’m concerned that left the ball in her court.
“Did she say she doesn’t want me to help?”
“Maybe we are in fucking high school,” Legend mutters as he walks away.
I trail behind him. “So she did?”
He shakes his head.
“She didn’t?”
“Jesus, man. You know you’re a fucking adult, right?”
Aro chuckles as he pulls open the back passenger door of the extended cab pickup. He doesn’t get in because the nosey bastard wouldn’t risk missing out on one of these types of conversations.
“I’m fucking grown,” I agree.
“Maybe start acting like it?” Legend says before sighing again and climbing behind the wheel.
I stand there for a moment, glaring at him through the windshield until he honks the horn and waves at me to join them.
Surprisingly, neither of them says a fucking word as we drive toward town. Why they choose now, when I want to talk about her, to remain silent, I’ll never know.
Nothing seems to be working out in my favor these days.
I try to forget about Sylvie, and yet she’s always on my mind.
I attempt to remember the scent of her skin, and yet that eludes me.
Hours seem like days.
Days seem like years.
Kincaid hasn’t scheduled work for us, and it’s driving me crazy.
The guys teased me about Sylvie relentlessly, and yet they haven’t mentioned her since the night Angel saved my girl when I couldn’t.
Nothing makes fucking sense, especially not the distance I’ve maintained from her house.
When did I become the man that avoided difficult decisions?
I came to the conclusion last night that I haven’t approached her because wondering is somehow better than getting rejected and having to accept it. Wondering keeps a little hope alive, and that’s all I’m clinging to these days.
We’ll run into each other eventually. I just figured that would be on neutral ground not her territory.
Like the efficient fuck he is because Legend isn’t one to waste time he could be spending with Faith, he placed his order for supplies online and they’re waiting for us when we arrive at the hardware store.
Neither he nor Aro open their mouths when I step forward at the register and pay.
Legend is typing on his phone, no doubt messaging Faith since it’s been half an hour since they saw each other. Aro is trying to get the cashier’s, at the next register, phone number.
I thank the cashier as she hands over the receipt.
“The guys out front will help you load if you need it.” Her eyes dart to my chest. “But somehow I doubt you will.”
I nod in appreciation for the information, refusing to acknowledge her obvious flirting. It doesn’t feel the same as it did before. I don’t jump into bed with every woman that bats her eyes at me, but I always flirt back if I feel like I might want to keep someone on the line. This woman doesn’t even register.