Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Grady
I liked magic.
I liked magic.
I liked magic.
Telling myself that if I said it enough I’d stopped feeling so conflicted, I almost jumped when a slightly whiny voice came from the doorway.
“Are you sure you should be…” Erin winced as she stepped into the bedroom and grasped for a good description of what she saw as my insanity. “Moving on such short notice?”
My shrug had her crossing her arms and glaring at me. I hadn’t been planning on her realizing I was moving until I was on the road, but she was fucking nosy…and entirely too awake for as early as it was. “You packed your hoard, asshole. I saw you. Your room is empty. This isn’t a vacation and you fucking know it.”
Slipping out at dawn had been a bad idea…I should’ve left while they were still asleep.
“You’ve got such a potty mouth.” Glaring at her, I decided she needed a distraction.
And I knew a really good one, so I called out to her husband and Daddy. “Dickhead, your wife is cursing again.”
If Erin was awake, so was my brother.
I barely held back a laugh when she made an angry sound and brained me with one of the pillows from the bed as I turned around to grab my phone cord. “I can’t believe you did that.”
Charging out of the guest room I’d been borrowing as soon as she’d gotten in one good wallop, she managed a sweet, manipulative tone. “Daddy, he’s so mean. He’s leaving us. He packed his hoard. His room is empty.”
Ugh.
She was a tattletale.
Sending out a prayer to the universe that my future mate would not be a dickhead or a tattletale, I finished grabbing the last few random objects I’d left in their guest room. Picking up the pile that was bigger than I’d expected, I made my way through their small house and headed out front to the trailer that was now attached to my truck.
I’d impulse purchased the trailer a month before, and at the time, I’d had no idea why I’d bought it. I didn’t particularly like camping or road trips. Hell, I’d been staying with them for a few months to save up money while I decided where I wanted to buy a house.
But that hadn’t turned out like I’d expected.
Instead of ending up with a small house in the middle of nowhere, I was now the proud owner of a little house on wheels with a stupidly small bathroom and a bed that was thankfully almost dragon-sized and was currently piled with the last of the random shit from the guest room I’d called home.
I still wasn’t sure why I’d bought the trailer or what I was expecting to find by randomly driving down to the States, but I knew it was the right move even if it was making everyone else insane.
“Hey, fart face, you really think this is a good idea?”
God, one random awkward phase as a teenager and it would haunt me forever.
“Yep.” Ignoring the terrible nickname as he stepped into the trailer, I started finding places for everything where they hopefully wouldn’t get tossed around too badly. The road from Whitehorse down to the rest of the world wasn’t as bad as it used to be, but it wasn’t always a smooth ride.
There were some drawbacks to living at what was basically the top of the world…but the benefits usually won out.
That it was beautiful and there were hundreds of miles we could fly in every direction without worrying about being seen were just the top two on the list.
“Can I talk you out of it?” Jeff leaned against the tiny sink in the small galley area, frowning as I bumped into him and just kept putting shit away. It wasn’t easy, but the small trailer held all the important parts of my life. Hoard. Work stuff. Personal shit.
Yep, I was definitely moving.
“Nope.” Hoping we’d eventually get to the end of the conversation, I wasn’t surprised when he sighed.
Of the two of them, Erin was more likely to brain me and Jeff would get dramatic. It worked for them and I usually found it funny…until they were aiming all their crazy at me.
“You could always just go on another vacation if you’ve got itchy feet.” He glared at me when I just shrugged. “This isn’t rational.”
At what point had anyone claimed it was?
Since he seemed to need a reminder of that, I glared at him. “I didn’t say it was rational. No one has.”
At no point had I said driving down to the States and following whatever impulse was pushing through me was logical in any way. “But I’m going.”
Because whatever the hell was going on was making me fucking nuts.
For days, there’d been a constant feeling of someone or something pushing me, urging me to leave and almost dragging me out of town. It would’ve made me feel insane but the way everything else in my life had fallen into place made it easier to accept.