Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Face pressed to the sliding glass door was Krissy Mae. She breathed on the glass and drew a heart before poking out her lower lip.
“You almost scared the hell out of me. What are you doing lurking out there it’s not even five in the morning?” She waved her in. “Why didn’t you just come in?”
Krissy danced over to her and wrapped her in a hug. “Didn’t want to interrupt your dance party. Also, wasn’t sure if you were busy fucking Hot Santa.” She stepped back and shimmied. “I hear you were in a room with him naked yesterday.”
“I’m not fucking anyone and you should know better than to listen to rumors.”
Krissy Mae put the skillet on the stove and dropped a flat of butter in it before moving the eggs to beside “So are you telling me you didn’t see him naked?”
Grateful her friend wasn’t looking directly at her, she nodded. “Positive.” Only in his boxers but that’s not naked. Technically.
She whipped around and stared before shaking her head. “You’re holding out on me. What, did he keep his socks on?”
Rayla whimpered. “I had a hard time thinking past his tight as fuck boxer briefs.”
She squealed and clapped. “You saw him in his boxers? Girl! You need to lead with that next time.”
Moving the bowls of omelet makings by the stove, she nudged Krissy Mae to the side. “Stop. A child peed on him.”
“And what? He needed you to hold his cock so he could clean off his leg?”
There was no point in even attempting to stop the snort. “Stop it. And I’m so glad you seem to be better today.”
Krissy Mae had no intention of doing that or apparently, commenting on her full recovery as she waved that away. The teasing continued as they cooked breakfast.
Five minutes to five, she’d plated the food and both claimed a seat across from one another. Salting her omelet, she took a deep breath before reaching for her knife and fork.
Eyes closed in pleasure as she chewed, Krissy Mae was content in chewing and so Rayla dug in.
The second, and she did mean the second, the first bite crossed her tongue, Krissy Mae snapped open her gaze and slammed it on her.
“What’s this I hear about you going hiking with Cole after being naked with Ryker.”
It’s to early for this.
* * *
Despite the early hour of her day and the Krissy Mae headed Spanish Inquisition she had to endure, Rayla was fairly energized as she meandered through Hallelujah Crossing. Did it have anything to do with the several cups of coffee and other sugary drinks?
Quite possibly. But she wasn’t looking a gift horse in the mouth. She had energy and she had a day off. Lost in thought, mostly ones she shouldn’t be indulging in while out in public because they had nothing to do with the town and everything to do with Ryker, she nearly collided with a woman who came rushing around the corner.
As it was, the dark-skinned woman dropped her binder and a slew of laminated sheets flew across the ground.
“Shit!”
“I’m so sorry,” Rayla said, hitting her knees and reaching for the ones she could grab.
“Totally my fault.” The woman joined her and together they shoved the sheets into a pile, that she slipped back into the hot pink binder with Tinkerbell stickers all over it. She lifted her head and Rayla gave her an apologetic smile. “My husband is always on me about rushing and not looking where I’m going. Are you okay?”
Not seeing anything other than honest concern in the rich chestnut gaze, Rayla nodded. “Fine.”
A shadow fell over them. “Not the only reason I’m always on you, Tink.” A low, slow southern drawl surrounded her.
A wry smirk twisted the woman’s lips as she was plucked off the ground and lifted to her feet.
Damn. And he calls her Tink. Her heart melted a bit. Rayla began to get up and the tall man who’d lifted the one he called Tink up offered her a tanned hand. She met his sea green gaze and took in the shaggy hair artfully styled with its varying shades of blond.
Accepting his assistance, she was pleased he didn’t seem put out she’d been responsible for her knocking down his wife’s stuff. He released her and slid his arm around the woman with thick ringlets that fell around her face.
“Hi,” she said, holding out her hand as he also plucked the binder from her. “I’m Tink.”
“Rayla.” They shook. “Again. Sorry about that.”
She waved it off. “My fault. I was hurrying and didn’t pay attention.”
His chuckle tinged something in the back of her mind and Rayla canted her head to the left and snuck another look in his direction. He watched her.
A solemn nod. “Good to see you again, Rayla.”
Tink looked between them both, eyebrows up. “You know her? You two know each other?”