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)
Sadly, it wasn’t something that could be fixed. Nor was it something I could control.
It was just something I learned to live with and deal with.
“I’m gonna go finish my Whataburger up by the fire,” I told Anisa. “You going to find that girl that invited you?”
That ‘girl’ was Anisa’s new best friend. The one that’d replaced me when I’d told her that she partied too much and was hell-bent on getting me in trouble with her.
“Her name is Coreline, jackass,” Anisa said. “And she didn’t replace you. She is just a friend I met through Raji.”
Raji was her baby brother who drove trucks just to piss off their folks. Raji was rich as fuck, had a beautiful life, was a graduate student, and had decided that he was going to quit everything, and not finish his school, just because he was making a killing at driving eighteen-wheelers around the country.
At some point, Raji and Coreline had met during a trip in Tennessee or something, and found out that they lived near each other. That’d been the beginning of Coreline’s and Anisa’s new friendship. One that didn’t include me.
“I don’t know what else you’d call it when you drop me like a hot potato just to go hang out with her,” I grumbled as I walked up to the first vacant wood stool and sat. “Go. Have fun. Ignore me all over here by my lonesome.”
I pulled my Kindle out, which didn’t ever go very far away from me, and started reading as I finished off my Whataburger.
It was when I was about twelve pages in that I heard a throat clear. “You mind if I sit here?”
I looked up, following a pair of jean-clad thighs, to a black belt pulled tight around a slim waist, only to come to a halt when my eyes caught on the package that I’d so easily allowed my gaze to slide back over. I looked at it for a good two seconds before I finally peeled my eyes off of it, went up the length of a torso, to find a man standing there in a leather vest and a t-shirt.
The crazy man.
My eyes flicked up to the crazy man’s face, and my heart all but stopped.
Now, I wouldn’t say that I was a girl that went after older men.
I was almost in my thirties. I should be dating men my own age.
And usually I did.
Sometimes I dated younger. Other times I dated a few over.
But this guy… he wasn’t old, but you could tell that he definitely wasn’t in his thirties anymore.
He had the most hypnotic blue eyes that I’d ever seen. His eyes looked like glass, allowing the fire and flames to reflect in those blue eyes to the point that they were almost mirror images of each other.
He had plump sensuous lips, and a bushy but still trimmed salt and pepper colored beard that framed them.
His hair was the same salt and pepper, only it was a little more pepper than salt in comparison to his beard.
“Sure.” I flicked my chin toward it. “Have at it.”
His eyes glanced down at my extra-large Whataburger cup, and I sighed. “If I spill this, I’ll never talk to you again.”
His lips twitched, and I reached for the cup, pulling it toward me with both hands since one hand just wouldn’t cut it.
It also meant that by doing so, I accidentally knocked my bag to the ground.
“Shit, fuck,” I grumbled as I hurriedly placed the cup on the ground and reached for my downed fries.
They landed in the dirt, and I looked at them hard for about two and a half seconds before deciding, ‘fuck it.’
Reaching for them, I blew them off as best as I could, then shoved them into my mouth.
“Wow,” the man said. “Are you that hungry that you’ll eat fries out of the dirt?”
I shrugged. “They landed in the grass and you don’t waste Whataburger fries.”
And you didn’t.
Everyone who was from Texas knew that.
Whataburger fries were the bomb.
I shoved the handful that’d escaped the box, but not the bag, into my mouth next.
Then I went back to my book, which was at a very spicy part.
I didn’t realize that the man at my side was taking specific notice of me during this time, either.
I just ate my food, drank my drink, and finished my sexy scene. I was moving on to the recovery part of the spicy scene when someone interrupted me again.
“Wow,” someone said, interfering with my vibe. “You’ve found someone that’ll fit into your life so perfectly, Jeremiah.”
I looked up to find another biker staring at me with humor-filled eyes.
I glanced at the biker next to me, the hot one that I was trying very hard to ignore and not think about how sexy he was, and how great he would probably smell. He was reading a book himself. One I hadn’t seen him pull out.