Jolie’s Little Fourth of July Read Online Laylah Roberts

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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 47381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
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“We’re not a hotel. Perhaps it would be best just to call Ms. Ryan?”

“You don’t think I’ve tried?” he bit out in frustration. “She’s not answering her phone. It goes directly to voicemail.”

“You’re a friend of hers?”

“No.”

Derek just stared at him.

“Not exactly. Things are… complicated.”

“Hmm.” Derek drew out his cell phone. “I have someone with Ms. Ryan right now. She’s been informed that you’re here and she said that she would call you.”

“I’m not leaving here without seeing her. How do I know that you… you people aren’t keeping her here against her will?”

“Ms. Ryan is free to leave whenever she likes.” Derek’s frown deepened as he read something else. “I need to get back.”

“Wait! What is it… is something wrong with Jolie?” His heart started racing.

“Why would you think that?”

“Because she wasn’t feeling well during our last concert.”

“Ahh. And that’s why you’re here? To check on her? She told you she was coming here?”

“No, I, um, pressed a mutual acquaintance to tell me where she was.” And he wasn’t going to apologize for that. “I need to know she’s all right.”

Derek gave him a long look. “The person I sent to check in with her is worried that she doesn’t sound right. I’m going to check on her.”

“I want to come with you. Or I’m calling the cops,” he said desperately. “You can’t hold her against her will.”

“She’s not here against her will,” Derek told him firmly. “Everyone on this property is under my protection, guests included.”

Fuck. He was coming across like a stalker.

“I’m just worried about her. I’m not a creep or anything.”

Was it his imagination or did the other man soften?

“Let me see what I can do.” Stepping away to his truck, he brought his phone up to his ear.

Brand wanted to get in his car and take off down the driveway. Storm the place until he found his girl. But he got the feeling that wouldn’t go well for him.

Then Derek Hawkins climbed out of his truck and walked back toward him, holding out his phone. “For you.”

He took the phone. “Hello?”

Derek stepped away to give him privacy. All right, maybe he wasn’t a bad guy.

“Brand? Is that really you?”

“Jolie?” he asked relief filling him. “Are you all right?”

“Um, yes.”

She didn’t sound all that sure. In fact, she didn’t really sound like Jolie at all.

“You don’t sound sure.”

“What… what are you doing here, Brand?” she asked.

“You wouldn’t answer your phone. And you didn’t wait for me. After the concert, I went to the bus, but Owen said you were gone. I figured I would see you the next day, but you didn’t come to the lunch the label put on for us.”

“You went looking for me?” Jolie sounded so shocked that it floored him. “Why would you do that?”

Why would he do that? Was she for real right now? He rubbed his forehead. Well, he hadn’t exactly shown her that he cared, had he? In fact… he’d kind of been a dick.

“Because I was worried about you.”

“You found out where I was staying and came all the way to Montana because you were worried about me?” she asked incredulously.

She still sounded off. Like she was nasally. Did she have a cold?

“I was in the neighborhood,” he lied. Then he groaned. What was he doing? If he wanted her to take him seriously, then he had to prove that he cared. “That’s a lie. I fucking pressed Mikey to give me your phone number and tell me where you were. He and I just totally violated your privacy, and I’d apologize except I’m not fucking sorry. Because I really needed to see you. To make sure you’re all right. And to scold you for taking off like that and worrying the shit out of me. What were you thinking?”

“Okay, that was a lot of emotions you just threw at me, big guy. You wanna take a moment? Have a breath?”

“Jolie,” he said warningly. He wasn’t going to let her push him away or make light of this. “I want to see you. Now.”

“Bossy bastard.”

He closed his eyes. “Look, I’m not trying to be an asshole here, but the fact of the matter is I’m a pushy guy who is used to getting what I want.”

“And you want to see me?”

“Yes.”

“Because you’re worried about me?” she asked.

“That’s part of it. Listen, I won’t scold you for leaving when I told you to stay, if you let me see you.” Well, he wouldn’t scold her much.

“Right. That’s so good of you.”

“I thought so.”

Derek started to move toward him. Fuck.

“Jolie, tell this guy that you want to see me.”

“I don’t know if they’ll let you in here if you haven’t filled in the paperwork and you’re not in the lifestyle.”

In the lifestyle? Was she talking about?

Suddenly, she started to cough. He frowned. Fuck, she didn’t sound good.


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