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)
Sawyer sighed. He was out of practice. “You’re loud.”
“I was in my bedroom.”
“Which is next to the living room,” Sawyer pointed out.
Wyatt nodded. “Sure. I’ll try to be quieter. Especially when I have her over.”
What? Have her over? No one had said anything about having Sabrina over. Was he supposed to watch them date? Know not to come home when there was a sock on the door? There was an easy solution to the problem. “Shouldn’t you stay at her place? Also, this is your first date. I don’t think you should be thinking in terms of staying overnight with her.”
A snort came out of Wyatt as he swung himself up into the cab. “I think last weekend counts as a first date. We spent two and a half days together. This is simply our first public outing.”
“The town will think it’s a first date,” Sawyer groused, and he wasn’t sure why. Well, he was. He just wasn’t sure why he felt the way he did.
Left out. Abandoned.
It had, in fact, been his idea not to join them in the whole let’s-be-normal-and-date thing. Well, normal for Bliss. The whole only dating one person thing would put them on the outer corners of normal in Bliss. They would have to hang with Nell and Henry and Marie and Teeny. Cassidy and Mel.
Huh, the town weirdos really were a little weird. It said something when Marie Warner was the most normal of the group.
The point was, he knew he’d made this decision. So why did it rankle?
“Good. I want everyone to know we’re dating, and maybe then people will stop trying to set my girlfriend up,” Wyatt said with a shit-eating grin on his face. “It’ll put those deputies on notice. She won’t be going out with them again. They texted her while she was here. Did I mention it? They actually texted her and said they would be willing to risk life and limb to come get her and take her home.”
Those Creede boys definitely knew a good thing. The truth of the matter was there was a dearth of women who wanted to settle down here in Bliss, so when they showed up they tended to be popular. “Be careful around the deputies. The sheriff’s okay, and I think Elisa and Cam are fine, but I don’t know the Creede boys. They’ve only been working shifts since Logan left and Cam went part time.”
He could never be sure about law enforcement. Some of them simply looked at him and decided he was a criminal. If the deputies who wanted Sabrina didn’t mind playing a little dirty, they could fuck with Wyatt.
Another reason to stay away. Sawyer whistled, and Bella bound down the road and without missing a beat, leapt into the back of the Jeep. She hit the seat and shook the snow off her big body, sending it all over the place before she snuggled down into the thick blanket he kept there.
It was supposed to be for emergencies, but somehow it had become a dog bed.
“Hey, girl. Did you have fun playing with Princess Two?” Wyatt reached around and petted the dog, whose tail thumped happily.
Sawyer shut the door and put the truck in drive, starting down the road toward the bottom of the mountain and Hell on Wheels.
Wyatt might have nothing better to do with his time, but Sawyer had a business to deal with. He needed to get the bar up and running now that the sun was out again. He would probably have to take over the shit Wyatt had been doing. The accounting stuff he hated. But could he count on Wyatt to still want to work when his head would be down in the valley? How long would it be before he started staying in the valley full time?
“You’re such a good girl,” Wyatt was saying.
Would Bella miss Wyatt if he moved out? When he moved out?
What if Wyatt asked to take Bella with him? It wasn’t like Sawyer hadn’t told him a million times it hadn’t been his idea to get a dog and he didn’t even want a dog. And he’d complained about the dog taking up space and having to feed her and getting mud everywhere.
Wyatt wouldn’t want Bella. Right?
“You know she’s my dog.” Why had he said that?
Wyatt sat back, turning toward Sawyer. “Yes. Bella is yours. Uhm, should I not tell her she’s a good girl?”
Bella’s head came up like she understood the question and was deeply offended at the thought of not being told the truth.
Because she was a good girl.
“No.” Sawyer kept his eyes on the road. Up ahead he could see the taillights of the tow truck as it rounded the corner. “Just wanted to make sure it was clear.”
Wyatt huffed. “You want to make sure I don’t run off with your dog when I inevitably leave you.”