Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Which they wouldn’t. He’d been careful. He hadn’t left the life so he could be alone and miserable. He’d left so he could have a life, and part of the life he wanted was finding a family. Sabrina was part of his family. He knew it deep in his bones. She was important. Sawyer was important. But he couldn’t force Sawyer to see it. “I’m going to date her. I wish you would join me because she has feelings for you, but even if you never touch her again, I’ll be there for her. Now come out and have breakfast and explain her dad to me. Then I’ll help you see what we can do about getting her car down the mountain.”
“Oh, Dad told me Long-Haired Roger is going to come and get it tomorrow. He or Elisa will take me to school tomorrow morning,” Sabrina said breezily as she walked past them. She stopped and gave Wyatt a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t forget what I said about the bacon. Between that and proving you’re not trying to force me to incubate baby aliens, he will adore you. He’s actually easy to get along with. Good morning, Sawyer.”
She gave Sawyer a brief nod and then walked into the bedroom.
Sawyer’s eyes followed her, his jaw going tight. It was obvious he hadn’t liked being left out.
Which was precisely why Wyatt’s evil plan was going to work.
He gave Sawyer a pat on the arm and went to ensure his potential future father-in-law got some forbidden bacon.
Chapter Eight
Sawyer waved as Long-Haired Roger pulled away, starting to tow Sabrina’s car down the mountain.
It had been a day and a half since she’d left, and he was fairly certain she’d already sent Wyatt a number of texts. They weren’t having trouble communicating at all. He’d heard his partner talking on the phone with her late the night before. Luckily Wyatt had put his cell on speaker so Sawyer had been able to hear her voice, listen in as she described her day of lesson planning and talking to her sister. Apparently, she’d decided to tell Elisa she was having dinner with Wyatt because they’d had such a lovely time together being snowed in. She’d told Elisa they’d talked and played games and watched movies. She’d talked about the lovely meals they’d prepared together.
She hadn’t mentioned Sawyer even once.
She apparently hadn’t told her sister how he’d fucked her at every given opportunity. She’d skipped the part where she’d lain in his arms and talked about her job and how much she loved it while he’d kissed her and stroked her breasts and memorized every fucking word she’d said. She hadn’t mentioned how those movies they’d watched almost always had to be paused so she could ride his cock while she blew Wyatt’s.
How he’d been planning to lay siege to her tight asshole had her dad not shown up and snowmobiled her away. He was entirely certain that motor wasn’t legal.
“Maybe I should have driven it down and taken it to her myself.” Wyatt stood beside him, watching the tow truck slowly make its way around the curve.
The road up the mountain had just been cleared, and Wyatt was already planning how he was going to get into the valley tonight for his date. Sawyer was pretty sure if the road crews hadn’t cleared it, Wyatt would have walked down. Or called up Mel and begged for a ride. He’d caught Wyatt looking up books about aliens. The little fucker.
“Roger wants to take it in and have a look at it,” Sawyer reminded him. Wyatt was like a kid with his first crush. Or a man who knew he’d found a good thing and wasn’t about to let it go. “He’ll take it to the school or have Jesse or Cade deliver it back to her cabin. Trust me. They’ll take care of her.”
“Should I pick her up? For the date.” Wyatt tugged his gloves back on as Bella bounced around in the snow. “I should pick her up. She said we should meet at Trio, but I should pick her up.”
“The valley is fine.” Sawyer turned back to his Jeep, parked fifty feet away. They’d come down to help Roger out. Naturally Roger had brought his tiny chihuahua, bundled up in a dog coat and tiny boots, and Sawyer had spent most of his time trying to ensure Bella didn’t sit on the thing and squash it. That dog was Long-Haired Roger’s baby. Sometimes he wondered if Roger had ever tried to breastfeed when it was a pup. “The roads are clear. She’s got a meeting in town before dinner, so it’s easier for her to meet you there.”
Wyatt made it to the passenger door and sent him a look. A look that let Sawyer know he’d said way too much. “So you listened in?”