Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
I knew exactly where she was going with what she was about to say next.
“As if he was trying to get you to fall under and believe his lying face,” I finished for her. “Rachel taught him that.”
“There was a reason you were never home,” I guessed.
“Right,” I confirmed. “When we were dating, she was magnificent. Her son was great, too. I mean, it was like they were both wearing masks. Then, when we got married, it’s like they thought, ‘welp. Don’t need to wear these anymore,’ then took them off. I’ve never, not in my life, seen such a swift transition.” I shook my head. “I’m not even sure what happened. All I know is, one day I liked her, and the next I didn’t, and Erich was much the same.”
She scratched her head as she moved toward the door.
Me, understanding what she wanted, I headed there with her, pulling the keys to the bakery out of my pocket before finding the key that I needed.
She threw her jacket around her shoulders, then threaded her arms into the holes, and I followed suit before throwing the door open.
The harsh wind slammed into us, and I felt the cold start seeping into my bones almost immediately.
“Glad that I don’t have to stay in this very long,” she murmured as she waited for me to lock the bakery up.
I closed, locked, then held out my hand for her keys.
Which she gave up without so much as a fight.
Heading to her truck, I took it in as I followed her to the passenger side.
Opening the door for her, which took some doing since the damn thing was frozen solid, I helped her inside by placing my hands on her thighs and lifting her up.
She squeaked when one hand slipped and went more toward ass than thigh, but ultimately smiled at me in thanks.
“This snow is fucked up,” I said as I backed away and nearly went down hard.
“It’s the ice underneath the snow,” she said.
CHAPTER 9
Bitch, I am the secret ingredient.
-Gracelynn to Jeremiah
GRACELYNN
His hand had touched my vagina.
I wasn’t sure if he was aware that he’d gone quite that far into indecent territory or not, but he had.
And I wanted him to do it again.
“It’s the ice underneath the snow,” I said, wondering if my voice came off as normal, or if it was high pitched to go with my excitement.
Most likely, he could tell that I was ten seconds away from losing it. And by losing it, I meant that I was ten seconds away from throwing myself at him, boss or not.
“Yeah.” Jeremiah scowled down at the snow underneath his feet, then sighed and closed my door with a soft but rather firm click.
He didn’t slam it, like I did. But he did close it all the way, letting me know that he’d done the whole spiel with an older truck before.
My truck, a 1991 Dodge diesel with two bald tires, wasn’t the best truck in the world.
Its only redeeming quality was that it was a paid off truck.
I’d bought it off a farmer when I was nineteen, and had been driving it ever since.
It probably hadn’t been washed since that old farmer purchased it from the factory new.
He rounded the hood, his eyes on his bakery, then nearly went down when he reached the driver’s side tire.
The only thing that kept him on his feet was his quick reflexes, and his arm reaching out to hook around the mirror.
I winced when his body hit the side of the truck, and was quietly thankful that he’d helped me in and made sure I wasn’t driving.
Because I was a klutz.
It never failed. If there was a way to fall, I would find it.
And to fall in front of him?
That would’ve been debilitatingly embarrassing.
Because who would want to appear like a klutz in front of someone so hot?
He yanked open the door and got inside before slamming the door closed.
“Your four-wheel drive work?” he asked curiously.
I licked my lips, ignored the way a few snowflakes clung to his eyelashes, and said, “I have no earthly idea.”
His mouth quirked up into a small smile as he said, “I guess we’re about to find out.” He hesitated. “After I nearly killed myself to make sure your hubs are locked.”
I had no idea what that was supposed to mean.
But after he cranked my truck up, which started with a satisfying roar, he got back out and did something at the front of the passenger wheel, and the driver’s side wheel.
I used that time to crank up the heat and hope today wouldn’t be the day that it decided to be persnickety and not work.
Luckily, today wasn’t that day, and it was nice and toasty by the time he was done doing whatever he was doing.
He got in, slammed the truck door closed, and it struck me as funny how good he looked driving my truck.