Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
We just did it for her because we wanted.
So, instead, I was taking her to a mom-and-pop diner not far from where John stayed. I loved eating there. The food was greasy, the sweet tea was sugary, and the servers tended to leave you the hell alone.
John opened the door when I knocked. “She’s in her room. I’ll get her. She was napping.”
I smirked and stepped inside. “Sounds about right.”
He snorted and headed down the hall to her room. She emerged a minute later behind him. It didn’t look like she’d been awake very long. She still had a crease on her cheek from her pillow.
“Hey,” she greeted, her voice husky with sleep. I pulled her to me and wrapped her up in my arms, pressing my lips to hers in a quick kiss.
“You ready?” I asked her.
She nodded. I grabbed her hand in mine, lacing our fingers together. I nodded once at John before shutting the front door behind me and leading Montana out to my car. She rolled her eyes when I opened the passenger door for her. “So, chivalry isn’t dead,” she teased, that husky note still tinging her voice.
I smirked. “Not yet, baby girl. Slide in so we can go. My stomach is growling something fucking fierce.”
She slid into the passenger seat, and I shut her door before striding around to the driver’s side. We rode in silence, soft rock music playing in the background, the rumble of my car mostly drowning it out. But it wasn’t an uncomfortable ride.
Silence with Montana like this was normally peaceful—and not in a shitty way. She was just the kind of woman you could sit in silence with for hours, never saying a word, and be perfectly content.
It was one of the things I loved about her.
But fuck if I’d drop that word around her anytime soon. She’d run as far as she could, and every bit of leeway I’d made with her would fucking go down the drain.
Everything had a time, and it wasn’t the time for me to tell her I was falling in love with her.
“This place any good?” Montana asked, looking at the building in front of us. The parking lot was pretty fucked up—potholes everywhere. The paint on the side of the building was fading, and one of dark green covering of the awnings was now a very light green, faded from years of being beaten under the sun.
“It’s fucking delicious,” I told her. She met me at the front of the car before I could come around to open her door. I smirked down at her. “You didn’t want me opening your door?”
She shook her head and held up her hand. “I’m perfectly capable.” We started walking toward the door. “But thank you,” she said very quietly after a moment.
I just squeezed her hand in mine, not saying a word. “Take a seat anywhere!” one of the waitresses called out to us as soon as we stepped through the door. I led Montana to a back booth away from the other patrons where I knew she’d be more comfortable.
“The look of this place is making me think it’s not all that great,” Montana joked, but I could tell she was half serious.
I snorted. “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” She just rolled her eyes at me, making me grin.
The waitress walked up to us, not even bothering to smile. “What can I get y’all to drink?”
Montana looked at the menu. “Root beer,” she said.
“Sweet tea for me,” I told her.
The server nodded and walked off. Montana aimed an amused smile at me. It stunned me for a moment. It wasn’t very often she smiled—didn’t have a lot of reason to smile as it was. And fuck, she was stunning when she did.
“I like her.”
I barked out a laugh. “You’re something else, baby girl.”
She just shrugged a shoulder. “Not everyone can be as great as me,” she retorted.
I snorted and rolled my eyes at her.
7
Blaze
“Sir, Montana is here to see you,” Emma’s voice rang through the intercom on my phone.
I frowned. It wasn’t like her to pop up at my job randomly. In fact, she wasn’t one for reaching out first at all, which was fine. That never bothered me since I understood her. I honestly thought she would still be passed out in Jonah’s bed after their date yesterday evening.
I got up from my desk and opened the door. Montana was sitting in one of the chairs outside my office, and she turned her head to look at me when the door opened. “Hey,” she greeted, nervously wiping her palms on her leggings. “I didn’t walk—promise. Jonah caught a ride with John and left me his car to use.” She held up the keys as proof. I had to bite back a smile. She was making sure I didn’t bend her over the nearest surface and spank her ass red.