Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Her self-confidence was in the crapper. Without releasing her chin, he gave her a grin as he moved his thumb along her lower lip.
“I can think of a lot of words to describe you, Emma, and frumpy doesn’t even make the cut.” He let her go and gripped the wheel once more. Linc had to or he would be pulling them off the street to make her stop talking about herself in such a manner. “Do you want to discuss future fucking or the job I’m trying to offer you?”
“Job?”
He took a deep breath, allowing her scent to move over him even as he nodded. “Yes. Job. Secretary.”
“I don’t have the necessary skills.”
“I disagree. I saw how fast you fixed that form on the computer. And you said you’d worked in an office before.”
“I don’t have a degree.”
He slowed and turned into her driveway. Tully leaned against the Acadia, arms crossed, expression unreadable as his gaze tracked them.
“Don’t need one. You said you’ve worked a lot of jobs. I’m assuming you can answer the phone and work a schedule. I already know you can do more on the computer than I can.”
“Is this because you feel sorry for me?” She undid her belt as soon as he pulled up to park. “Because I already said I don’t need charity.” She swung the door open and hopped out, nearly stumbling as she fell from the height of his truck.
He opened his door and hollered after the woman who was stomping away from him. “Offering you a valid and legitimate job isn’t charity, Emma.”
“Says you!”
Linc clenched his hand on the doorframe to his truck. “Ten minutes, Emma. Or I’m coming in after you.”
She paused but didn’t turn toward him. When she stepped inside the small bungalow house and slammed the door, Tully slowly turned his head to look at him.
“Not a fucking word, Tully.”
The man shrugged and grinned. That’s when he saw the cell phone in his hand.
The fuck?
“Tell me you didn’t,” he growled at his friend, flicking his gaze back and forth between Tully and Emma’s front door. God, he wanted to go kick it in and make her understand that he was legit offering her a job.
“Still am.” Another Tully shrug. “Mitchell is not going to believe this.”
Linc flipped his friend off and hopped to the ground before stalking around the truck bed. Tully pushed his phone into his front pocket and crossed his arms, that same shit-eating grin on his face.
“I hate you.”
His best friend slung an arm around his shoulder and tutted. “Just the other day, you were declaring your undying love for me. How times are changing.”
Linc narrowed his eyes. “I’m keeping Dawson when she’s smart enough to get rid of your ass. I like her better.”
“Not happening, man. I’m following that woman wherever she goes.”
Linc nodded, pleased his friend had found love. Dawson Shay was perfect for him. They shared a love of motorcycles and she had a head for business that was impressive to witness. Tully had the drive and was always encouraging her. He was happy working on newer rides in her shop while Dawson seemed to love restoring the older models.
“So, you and Emma.”
“I offered her a job and she thought I was angling for sex.”
“You know her life hasn’t been easy, Linc. Go easy on her.”
He looked at his friend. “Go easy on her? Did you see her stomp away from my truck? What about that woman says I need to go easy?”
“Tully!” He was interrupted by Dawson calling for her fiancé.
“We’ll see you at the game,” Tully said. “I’m about to get some Dawson time before we’re around children.” Tully gave him a hard smack to his back before he ran up the steps leading to Dawson’s apartment.
“Hi, Linc!” Dawson waved as Tully met her on the stairs and kissed her.
He responded with a wave of his own, even as he walked toward Emma’s house. Debating on if he should just walk in or not, he kept himself outside. He would give her the ten minutes, though it wouldn’t do for him to be late to the first game.
Nine minutes and forty-five seconds later, her front door yanked open, leaving him to face a scrubbed-clean Emma Henricksen. Her blue eyes widened and he almost took a step back. Instead, he held his ground and simply arched an eyebrow.
“I thought I was going to have to come in after you.”
“No need, Mr. Conner. Do you mind stepping out of the way so I can get to my car? I have no desire to miss my daughter’s first game.”
Yeah, he liked the spark and suddenly he understood why Tully loved to poke at Dawson all the time.
“You’re riding with me. Let’s go. Wouldn’t do for my new employee to keep me from the game.” Pivoting to the side, he swung his hand wide, gesturing for her to lead the way.