Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“Righty-O, boss man. I’ll ask Ramirez. He’s the only one that doesn’t have kids to go home to. And you know he is always up for getting a free meal.” Trevor hung up and I chuckled under my breath.
Ramirez was my newest hire and he was absolutely hilarious when it came to his frugal nature.
Shoving the phone into my pocket, I turned on my heels and started walking. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a woman reaching for the door at the same time as me, only she kept right on walking when I didn’t.
She barreled into me and I had to throw my arm around her hips to keep her from plunging to the ground.
The moment my hands were on her, I felt a zing of electricity jolting through my fingers.
The woman turned around, smiling. That smile turned into a ferocious frown the moment she saw me. Her glare told me exactly what she thought about me.
“You were the one to walk in front of me.” I held up my hands. “Apparently, you need to learn to pay attention to your surroundings. You’ve nearly bit the dust for the second time today.”
She bared her teeth.
I felt my dick harden and cursed inwardly.
This little hellion, in her short shorts, tank top, and hiking boots, was not going to get to me.
The wavy brown hair that went almost down to her ass or the freckles on her nose and cheeks underneath her eyes weren’t going to either.
Nope. No. Nuh-uh.
Not going to happen.
She crossed her arms over her chest and glared.
That’s when my eyes, once again, drifted to her breasts—just like earlier when she’d stepped into the lake to wash the mud off her ass and legs. When she was done washing, she stripped her shirt off and tucked it into the back of her pants—leaving her breasts encased in a white sports bra.
And, from my vantage point fifty yards away, I had seen the tan outline of her nipples through the thin material.
Now, even though she was wearing a tank top and a hot pink bra, I could still see the beads of her nipples—but thankfully not the outline of them.
Without waiting for her to reply, I walked around her, not bothering to hold the door for her.
Instead, I walked to my earlier vacated seat where my tea was waiting and sat down, downing half of my drink in the time it took her little ass to stomp across the room and take the one remaining seat—directly across from me.
She glared the moment her ass hit the seat and I found my lips twitching because her breasts bounced, causing the R on her necklace to become askew and rest against her collarbone.
She moved it, keeping her glare squarely on me.
While she did, I tried really hard not to look at her chest.
“Do you know each other?” Janie asked, looking from her friend to me and back.
“Negative,” I said. “I found her trespassing on my property today.”
“Reagan,” Janie elbowed the sourpuss. “What have you been told about that?”
“To not get caught,” Reagan replied, allowing her glare to move to her friend.
Janie snickered.
“It was the moss again, wasn’t it?” Janie asked.
Reagan shrugged.
“Yes,” I replied for her.
Janie shook her head.
Reagan turned to Janie and said something under her breath, causing Janie to snicker.
“Oh, this isn’t a blind date. I just thought that if I told you that little white lie, you’d be more willing to come,” Janie, the blonde bombshell said. “I know you don’t like big group settings and between you and Cora, I wasn’t sure how to get you to come if I told you we were having a big group dinner.”
Cora, the woman sitting next to Coke, grimaced.
I felt for her.
Reagan, the little trespasser, on the other hand, I wasn’t feeling sorry for her.
No, I was quite intrigued to see her so uncomfortable.
Plus, during the time that I was at the table, I’d heard her talk using more than one word at a time. I was surprised and a little bit captivated.
Though, each time she spoke, it was never directed toward me until I engaged her in conversation.
Our food came and I started in on my tacos, very much aware that the woman hadn’t taken her glare off of me the entire night.
I spoke to Cora more than I probably would have normally because each time I did, Reagan would glance at me and narrow her eyes in anger.
I would’ve gone a little further and asked Cora out on a date just to piss the little firecracker in front of me off if I hadn’t seen the tension in Coke’s shoulders whenever I spoke to her.
That was one bridge I didn’t want to burn.
He’d been doing the impound investigations for the department and I couldn’t afford to lose him.