Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
That told me two things, one, she was more pissed than hurt, and two, she wasn’t done with her shit. I could only hope that her daddy would show up soon and take her off my hands because this was so not my problem. On top of that my dick has been rubbing painfully against my thigh ever since I saw her in that clearing looking like a throwback to Annie get your gun. Nothing like a woman in lace and satin handling a gun.
***
CAMI
I knew he was watching my every move so I had to keep myself together. Today has been one for the books and this was all I needed to round things off. Why had daddy chosen to send him of all people after me anyway? It’s not like he didn’t have a town full of friends to choose from to do the job. Grant Colfax is about the last person I wanted to see while my life was spinning out of control.
He was always so smug and condescending, always looking down his nose at me. That’s when he wasn’t treating me like a spoilt little brat that was more pest than welcomed neighbor. I’ve been steering clear of him for the past few years, ever since I realized that my body did weird things when in his presence.
It hadn’t even been a gradual buildup; just out of the blue one day, he and daddy were having one of their usual powwows when it happened. For a hot second I’d thought I’d wet myself. I was mortified until I realized what had actually happened and then I was even more horrified.
He didn’t even know I existed I was sure, and that made it harder to accept what I had come to learn the last year of high school; that I was unequivocally in love with the jackass. Instead of the great hoorah all high school seniors look forward to in their senior year, I had spent mine in misery. The only thing that had kept me sane was finals and exams, and all the running around to find the perfect college.
Whenever I let myself think my mind would turn to him. It had got so I was afraid to close my eyes because all I saw was him. That year I had avoided him like the plague, until the night of my eighteenth birthday party. I thought for sure I was going to make a fool of myself that night. The words were burning a hole in my tongue, but thank goodness I had enough self- preservation to keep my mouth shut.
He’d been so handsome that night, more than any other time that I could remember, and it had hurt just to look at him. It was the way that the older women there, women his age, had vied for his attention that had awakened me to how futile my infantile feelings for him were. Those women were more beautiful, more sophisticated and of course old enough to deal with a man like Grant.
Although I had this newfound lust for him, I was very aware that he was way more man than I could handle. I’d heard the rumors of his prowess just like everyone else I guess. I’d also seen him out in the fields and working with the animals. There were times when seeing him bent over the creek that ran through his land had left me breathless and twitchy. I knew all about hormones by then, and was well aware that while the boys at school were bending over backwards to get my attention, I had no interest in anyone but him. The only problem was he’d never see me as anything other than my daddy’s daughter.
Then the day down by the creek when he’d rode up on me I’d played around with the idea of just letting him know, but then his attitude had squelched that idea but good. There was no doubt that he wasn’t interested, he’d treated me like a misbehaving child and nothing at all like a desirable woman.
I’d grown a shell then when I realized that there was nothing to be done about my attraction. I’d also started a one-woman campaign to keep him from ever guessing my secret. He must’ve thought I was stark raving nuts when I started giving him shit every chance I got. He was always the cool one though, never once taking the bait no matter what was said. It had got so bad that I’d started manufacturing excuses not to be in the same air space as him, for fear of going too far one day.
He was the reason I had pushed Joel into getting married. Since I’d been back home from school, the attraction had grown worse. I had ran out of insults and any other cute little anecdote I could come up with once in his company to keep anyone from finding out my secret.