Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“Morning, Carol.”
Henley’s eyes widen as he connects the dots, and he points at me. Juliet’s eyes widen farther.
Fuck.
Code red. I’m caught.
“Have a nice night, dear?” Carol asks all-knowingly.
Fuck you, Carol.
“Yes. Called in and watched a movie with Rebecca on the way home from my date. Slept on her couch as usual.”
“Oh, I see.” Carol smiles. Henley rolls his eyes, and Juliet continues to stare at me wide eyed.
I throw them a wave and march to my house.
“Wait up,” Henley calls as he runs to catch up with me.
Not now, fucker.
He falls into step beside me. “Why you . . . old dog.”
“What are you talking about?” I open my front door, march into the kitchen, and turn my coffee machine on.
“Rebecca is the woman in the shower?”
“No,” I scoff.
He gestures to my hard dick in my pants. “Sure about that?”
“Oh my god,” I whisper in a rush. “You are un-fucking-believable.”
“So . . . ?” He smiles broadly and holds his hands up. “How was it?”
I stare at him blankly for a moment before I break and smile right back. “Incredible.”
He slaps me on the back hard in excitement. “Ha, good man.”
I can’t wipe the smile from my face, and I turn my back to him to make the coffee.
“So . . .” He rocks up onto his toes as he waits for the details.
“So what?”
“How did things go? What happened?”
“I’m not discussing Rebecca with you.”
“Why not? You discuss everyone with me.”
“This is Rebecca . . . our mutual friend, and I’m going to respect her privacy.”
“Oh . . .” He stares at me for a beat and then puts his weight onto his back foot. “Fuck me, you’ve done your nuts already.”
“What?” I scoff. “Don’t be ridiculous.” I keep making the coffee.
“Be careful, man.”
I hand him his coffee. “What does that mean?”
“Hurt people hurt people.”
“Huh?” I sip my coffee.
“Just that. Hurt people hurt people.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re so fucking dramatic.”
“No. I’m not. When I was seeing my psychologist, he told me that hurt people hurt people . . . without even meaning to, they just do. And I have to agree. You asked for my opinion, and I’m giving it to you.”
“Well. Firstly, I didn’t ask for your stupid opinion, and secondly, Rebecca is long over her divorce.”
He lets out a deep sigh, as if this is the worst thing in the world that could have happened. “You always said you were never going to be the rebound guy.”
“I’m not the rebound guy.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Oh my god.” I point to the door. “Fuck off and go home already.”
“All I’m saying is be careful, that’s all.”
“We kissed. You have nothing to worry about.”
“You didn’t have sex?” He frowns.
“We didn’t have sex,” I huff. “Not that it’s any of your business.”
“Good.” He sips his coffee. “Just . . . stay cool, okay?”
I screw up my face and hold my hand up. “When am I ever not cool?”
“When it’s Rebecca.” He widens his eyes.
The front door bangs, and Antony comes into view. “Hey,” he says as he walks to the coffee machine. “Carol told me you hooked up with Rebecca last night,” he says matter-of-factly. He pushes the button and glances over at me for confirmation. “So, how’d you do?”
“What?” I snap. “How does she fucking know that? Was she spying through the windows or some shit?”
“Wouldn’t surprise me.” Henley shrugs. “It’ll be on the national news tomorrow.”
“This street is an invasion of my privacy,” I huff as I open the fridge to try and find something to eat. “I have a good mind to move.”
“You should,” Antony agrees. Henley smiles and clinks his coffee cup with Ant’s. “Best idea you’ve ever had.”
“Please go home.” I slam my sad refrigerator shut. “But first, you’re taking me out for breakfast.”
Rebecca
“Hello.” I hear Juliet’s voice as she comes through my front door.
“Hi.”
“So . . . ?” She smiles.
“So.” I hunch up my shoulders in excitement. “I . . . kind of got to second base.”
“With Blake?”
My eyes widen. “What . . . what makes you say that?”
Oh crap, how the hell does she know?
“I saw him sneaking out of here.” She puts her hands on her hips and raises her eyebrows. “So . . . yeah, Rebecca. Do you have something to tell me?”
“Um.” I wince. “I was going to tell you, but I wasn’t sure if I was right about it, and it turns out I was, and now I’m . . .”
“Relax.” She laughs as she pulls me into a hug. “This is amazing.”
“Is it, though?” I whisper. “He’s a player and a smooth talker, and I don’t know if . . .”
“Stop overthinking this. It’s Blake. He’s the best guy in the world, and if it doesn’t work out, so what? At least you broke the drought with someone you can trust to look after you.”