Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“He’s cranky,” Annie gestured to Mig.
“Why?” I took the bottle she was holding out to me.
I cracked the lid as I listened to the story that she started, but Mig finished.
“Vitaly’s mother sent another letter,” Annie started.
I winced.
“But she also sent her fuckin’ drug addicted mother a letter, as well, telling her that I wasn’t bringing the baby up to see her. So the mother’s now hounding us as well,” Mig growled before shoving a large crunchy onion petal into his mouth.
I winced.
Annie and Mig had gotten together under complicated circumstances.
When I first met Mig, he was married to another woman who was pregnant with his child, and apparently, Jennifer, the ex, wasn’t a good woman.
She’d done terrible things to Mig to get him where she wanted him.
A few months later, she showed up pregnant and demanded that he marry her, and Mig, being the kind of guy that he was, did, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do.
He’d intended to stay with her, for better or worse, but then Annie came into his life, showing him what true love really was, and Jennifer’s true motives for all that she did to Mig came out.
And the rest was, as you could say, history.
Mig left his wife to be with Annie. They were married right after Vitaly was born and were raising the child together.
I loved my brother-in-law; he’s a good man who loves my sister, and he isn’t hard on the eyes, either.
But he only had eyes for my sister, and in my opinion, that made him an even better man. So, I didn’t give one single fuck if he ate all of the Bloomin’ Onions as long as he put that smile on my sister’s face every day.
“Did you go outside and say hi to the rest of the guys?” Annie grabbed my hand.
A blonde shoved past us like she had the hounds of hell on her heels.
I spared her only a small glance as I turned my attention to checking out Casten’s house.
It wasn’t very large, but it was cute.
The whole place had a country feel to it. Wood walls, bright red couch, huge TV hanging on the wall above the fireplace.
A big La-Z-Boy that nobody was sitting in, and I had to assume that that was because it was Casten’s, and nobody would’ve dared to take his seat in his own house.
As Annie passed her husband, she hooked her finger into the large loops of the bag I’d brought, taking the rest of the Bloomin’ Onions with us out to the guys on to the back porch.
Mig gave her a glare but, nonetheless, continued talking to the man who’d tried to get a piece of his Bloomin’ Onion earlier.
My stomach started to hurt the moment I walked outside and saw the blonde that had nearly run us over in her rush to get out the door hanging on Casten’s large arm.
He was talking to her like he was sharing a secret, and I wanted to rip her hair out by her fake roots.
She was cute, in a trashy bimbo sort of way.
Long hair that was too straight and too long to be real.
Her eyes were ringed with entirely too much black eyeliner, giving her a whorish look.
She had on bright red lipstick that matched her red halter top, which was at least two sizes too small for her large, probably fake breasts.
Her mini skirt fell to just about an inch past her hoo-ha, and her boots made her look more like Slut Cowgirl rather than Cowgirl Barbie.
Though, it might be a possibility that I was being too hard on her. She was likely cute to most, and I could see that Casten found her enticing if his obvious boner was anything to go by.
Slut Cowgirl noticed the rather obvious bulge in his pants as well because she started to really lay it on thick, running her hands up and down his arms.
And I started to get mad.
I don’t know why.
It wasn’t like I had any claim on him—he’d never even given me the time of day.
Which, somehow, made it even worse.
The pain in my stomach started to become a steady throb, and I tried to smile as Peek started to hoot over the fact that I’d brought food.
But the longer I stood there, the more I knew I needed to go sit down.
Maybe getting away from Casten would make me feel better.
I smiled at Peek and waved.
“I need to go sit down for a minute, my legs hurt,” I lied.
Peek grinned and waved, but I turned on my heels and walked back inside, completely ignoring the man whose eyes I could feel watching my every move.
I took a seat in the empty recliner, picking up the remote that was laying in the seat, and turned on the TV.