Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
“Willard got a call from a film studio that wants to hire me to do promo shoots for The Gunslinger film,” Ian said when he returned to the kitchen.
“The book was sensational. I hope they do it justice. But what about the actor who was cast for the movie? Shouldn’t he be doing the promo shoots?”
“The actor had an accident and is in the hospital for several months. The film will be delayed but they don’t want to delay the promo. The photos wouldn’t show my face which is done easy enough with a cowboy hat pulled down low. No one will ever know.”
“So, they want your body,” I said jokingly, though it was the truth.
“Aye, they do since we have the same build.”
“And where would you go for these shoots and when?” I asked, missing him before he was even gone.
“That’s all to be decided, though with portions of the film being shot in a wooded area, Willard intends to suggest it be done here in the woods around the lodge. He is going to enter negotiations with them and give me a call.”
“I have had myself a Highlander, a Viking, a biker, and now I’m going to get to sleep with a gunslinger. Yippee Kiyah!”
Ian pulled me into his arms. “The biker isn’t done with you yet.”
“And I’m not done with the biker,” I said and slipped my arms around his neck to share a kiss before he left, and I got started for the day.
I never mind being alone. Actually, I quite enjoy it, though I have to admit that I do like sharing time with Ian. To my surprise, I miss him when he’s not around.
I made a quick call to my mom to coordinate a time to meet at the police station so she could do a drawing of the vanishing guy. She suggested meeting for lunch beforehand since according to her it had been forever that she had seen us. Forever was two days for my mom. We agreed to meet at Star Diner.
“Get your vest, Mo. You are going to see Dr. Pam today,” I called out after Ian left and Mo hurried to his feet from where he was stretched out in front of the television watching one of his favorite animal programs and hurried to get it.
I slipped on my kaki, multi-pocket vest over my sage green knit top, Amy called it sage green, to me it was simply a muted green, and hurried my keys and my cell into two out of the six available pockets. I figured the vest might be a good way of keeping my phone on me since I didn’t want to be caught without it again.
Mo came bouncing happily into the living room, his vest in his mouth.
“Can’t wait to be spoiled by Dr. Pam and her staff, can you?” I said as I got his vest on him, and he barked to let me know I was right.
It didn’t take long to get to the vet’s place. It was a short ride down from my place. When I opened the door to let Mo out, I found his snout buried in the driver’s seat back pocket. He pulled his snout out along with his leash that I kept tucked in there, eager to get inside and receive endless adorations.
He entered with his chest out and his head held high, and I rolled my eyes as I heard the staff call out, “Mr. Handsome is here.”
Two young vet assistants hurried from behind the desk to hug and kiss him and tell him how much they missed him before showing us into an examination room. I barely had his vest off him when Dr. Pam entered.
She smiled and dropped down beside Mo. “Well, hello, handsome.”
Mo licked her face and leaned against her for a hug. He really knew how to make friends and win hearts.
“Bravo on the skunk spray use,” Dr. Pam said as she examined Mo. “You must let me know where you got it.”
“The prepper community turned me onto it. So, you heard about the incident?” I asked, though I should have known word would spread fast and Dr. Pam confirmed it.
“Who hasn’t?” she said with a chuckle, giving Mo’s chest a firm rub. “ I have something to ask you, Pepper.” Dr. Pam stood and grabbed a nail clipper off the counter and waved it in front of Mo as she joined him on the floor. “Ready to fancy up your nails?”
Mo held one of his paws out to her.
“Not only handsome but brilliant,” Dr. Pam said and got busy trimming his nails.
I waited for her to explain, not wanting to disturb her while she worked on his nails since Mo refused to let me trim them. Dr. Pam was the only one he would allow to touch his nails.