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 think that you just like to talk.” He grinned.
God, that grin.
Just him staring at me with a non-expression on his face was debilitating.
When he smiled?
God. Damn.
I swallowed hard and tried not to think about how excited it made me feel, and how wet I was just by him smiling at me. I also tried to keep the shifting of my ass on the counter to a minimum.
Instead, I looked away and studied the dwindling cheese tray.
“I hope you weren’t wanting to share this with anyone,” I mused.
Jeremiah chuckled. “No. It was mine that I bought at the store. I had to make sure the assholes in the other room knew that it was mine.”
He raised his voice enough that the ‘assholes’ heard him.
“Jesus Christ,” one man said that I couldn’t see due to the cabinets at my back. “I ate your cheese tray one time, and you’ll never let me hear the end of it.”
I had a feeling that there was more than just a cheese tray that the man had eaten for Jeremiah not to let it go.
He didn’t seem the type to be vindictive. At least, that was my honest opinion in the short time that I’d known him.
Though he didn’t care for his ex-wife, he hadn’t been malicious in anything that I’d heard so far in the divorce proceedings.
“That came with you also drinking all my beer, Price!” Jeremiah hollered back.
The muscles in his throat undulated with the words, and I felt that thing inside of me start to bloom out even further.
Since when was I a person turned on by muscles?
Honestly, I’d always been attracted to the quiet guys.
And, though Jeremiah was definitely a ‘quiet guy,’ he was also a big, hulking brute of a man that looked like he could bench press a Mini Cooper.
There was laughing in the other room, and then, “We’re headed home, Jeremiah. Holler at us if you need anything. Thanks for letting us use your place.”
I blinked, surprised to hear that this particular building we were in was ‘his place.’
Jeremiah hopped down off the counter and disappeared into the front room again, leaving me the time to study the place that I found myself.
The cabin, from what I could tell, was one bedroom. When we’d walked inside, we’d passed a closed door. That had to be the bedroom.
Because, from where I was sitting in the closed-off little kitchen, I could see a bathroom and a laundry room combined.
And though it was small, that didn’t mean that the place wasn’t state of the art.
The kitchen, with its dark mahogany wood cabinets and stainless-steel countertops, screamed top of the line.
The island in the middle had a butcher block top, and its checkered pattern made me want to run my fingers over it.
“…See if you can start herding them out. And put the fire out, would you?” I heard Jeremiah say.
I glanced back to see if I could spy his frame but saw nothing but an open entryway that led to the living room.
CHAPTER 2
Crows before hos.
-overheard comments
GRACELYNN
I got a text from Anisa and I glanced down at the phone that’d been sitting beside me on the counter for the last thirty minutes.
Anisa: headed home with Taj. He found me. Let me know when you get home, so I won’t worry.
I rolled my eyes.
I’d known without her leaving the house that Taj would be around to get her at some point.
Her strict upbringing also lent to a strict home life. And would, when she and Taj got married, lead to a strict married life as well.
Taj didn’t like her out doing crazy things, which meant that she only did them all the more.
Hence the biker party that we were currently at.
Or, more accurately, I was at.
Because there was no way Taj still had her here when she sent that message.
“Will do, Sparkle,” I heard someone say.
Sparkle.
That name again.
There was nothing ‘Sparkle’ about Jeremiah.
Which I told him the moment he came back into the room.
He grinned wickedly at me then.
I only thought the man had the butterflies moving in my belly.
That grin?
Holy cow.
“You really want to know why?” he asked.
I swallowed, suddenly wondering if I could handle the true answer.
I may be almost thirty, but I was about as seasoned as a hospital steak.
“I’m not sure if my delicate nature can handle it,” I admitted, being a little more truthful than he was even aware.
His eyes were sparkling when he reached for his beer and said, “It’s nothing too ‘out there.’”
I jumped off the counter and stretched out my legs.
“Then why don’t you go ahead and tell me,” I said, feeling a tad bit breathless, because me being off the counter had put us just a tad bit closer.
That’s when things went from PG to R.
One second, he was a few inches away from me, and the next, he had me against the counter as he moved just a little bit closer and said, “How about I show you?”