Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 76000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“You have no idea.” He glances to his left and then sighs. “Shit. She’s here.”
“Who?” Luna looks around, frowning. “Who’s here?”
“Let me guess,” Wolfe says with a smile. “Cherry Dubois.”
Zeke blows out a breath, and Luna frowns at him. “What’s wrong with Cherry? I’ve known her all my life. She’s super nice.”
“She’s been faking it,” Zeke says. “I can assure you she’s not nice.”
I laugh because, as he’s been talking, Cherry has been making her way over to us and has come to a stop next to Zeke. “Well, look what the cat dragged in,” she says, looking him up and down. “They let you in here?”
“I had the password,” Zeke says through clenched teeth.
“You should enjoy yourself,” Cherry continues. “The music is loud enough to make us all go deaf and there’s plenty of liquor.”
“Wow, she’s meaner to him than I am to you,” June mumbles as she steps closer to me. Everyone is too enthralled by Cherry and Zeke flinging insults back and forth to each other to notice her shift. “It’s kind of fascinating.”
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I whisper so low that only she can hear. “How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself all evening with you looking like that?”
“Let’s go dance,” she suggests. “Then you don’t have to.”
Without waiting for her to change her mind, I take her hand and lead her out to the dance floor. Thank the gods that the band starts a slow song, and I pull her into my arms and breathe her in.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” It’s a low whisper in her ear. “People will get the impression that you like me.”
“It’s just a dance.” She takes a long, deep breath and lets it out slowly as we sway from side to side. “If people talk about a dance, they have too much time on their hands.”
“We live in a small town. A dance is a big deal, but I’ll shut up now so I don’t talk you out of it.”
We move across the floor, ignoring everyone and everything around us, and when the song comes to an end, I dip her back and watch as she laughs.
“Don’t drop me,” she says as I pull her back to her feet.
“I’d never let you fall.”
I want to kiss the top of her head, but I hold myself back, already nervous about what everyone is going to say about us dancing. Only, when we get back to the group, it’s as if they didn’t realize we left.
“She’s a pain in the ass,” Zeke insists, still obviously talking about Cherry.
“You know, they say that if you have to insist so hard that you don’t like someone, it’s usually because you’re talking yourself out of liking them,” Luna says. “Which tells me that, although Cherry may get on your nerves from time to time, you like her.”
“I’m going to get another drink,” Zeke mutters and stomps away.
“Ten bucks says they’re sleeping together before the end of the year,” Tanner says.
“I’m not taking that bet,” I reply, shaking my head. “Because I’d lose. They’ll definitely be sleeping together soon. Maybe tonight.”
“I don’t think so,” Sarah says. “She really doesn’t like him. Trust me when I say that, if a woman has decided she doesn’t like a guy, there’s no way in hell she’ll get naked with him.”
The humor in June’s eyes matches mine, but we both manage to keep from laughing.
“Damn it.”
Walking into the first job site Monday morning, I’m met with the view of June’s fine ass, encased in classic coveralls, as she bends over a saw.
“What seems to be the problem?”
“Shit!” She jerks up, clutching at her chest, and glares at me. “Why do you always do that to me?”
“Maybe because you’re always bent over something. What’s wrong with the saw?”
“Wires were stripped on it,” she mutters, glaring down at the saw. “They didn’t look like that on Friday.”
The hair on the back of my neck stands up. “So, who was in here over the weekend and ruined your tool?”
June blows out a breath and rubs her eyes with the heels of her hands. “Probably the kid I fired last week. He should have just stolen it. Then, at least, it wouldn’t have gone to waste.”
“Do you have proof?”
“No.” She drops her hands and props them on her hips. “Nothing else is messed with, just this. Which is weird, right? Wouldn’t you think that, if someone went through the trouble of coming here to destroy stuff, they’d ruin everything? Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad they didn’t, but this is petty. You’re an electrician. Come look at this and tell me if you can fix it.”
I move past her and look over the damage. “If this were a newer model, I could probably rewire the whole saw in about an hour, but this one is older, so I’m not sure. You might be better off replacing it.”