Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
I would suck it all up while pretending nothing more than a friendly interest, when the reality was, that I went home and replayed every word in my head. I celebrated her every triumph, and championed her every cause. In short, I am totally and completely gone over this girl.
Thank heavens my good pal didn't know the lascivious feelings I had towards his little sister. As a matter of fact, it was a good thing none of the four Spalding brothers were privy to my more X-rated thoughts where their baby sister was concerned. To a man they'd have my nuts in a sling.
She was their little princess, and in our small town, everyone knew the rules when it came to little Shania. Look, but don't touch; and with that you better not look too hard. Now if I had my way, it would be my job to see that no one looked ever again.
The chair legs scraping across the floor as Scott dropped them brought me back to the present.
"Yeah she's back and all grown up. Man that is one beautiful woman." Scott shook his head in wonder. I seconded the sentiment but kept it to myself. Shania was a beautiful woman, she had peaches and cream skin with big fawn-colored eyes and high cheekbones, topped off by two of the most luscious lips to ever grace a woman's beauty. I wonder if she still wore that wild mane of mink colored hair down to her fine ass?
I remember a real compact body, topping off at a mere five three, with a mile of leg, and two very well proportioned breasts. Damn, just thinking of those beauties made my body jump to attention. That’s another thing, even after all this time, I still have yet to figure out how to control my body’s reaction to her.
I'd better stay the hell away from her until I could control my body's baser instincts, but damn I couldn't wait to see her again. It was time, way past time that I did something about this obsession.
I always went after what I wanted, never allowing anyone or anything to stand in my way. I've always prided myself on being a straight shooter, until her. She's the only thing in my life that I've never been completely honest about. That was about to end.
***
I'm probably one of only a handful of people who knows the real reason she's coming home now, and that was only out of necessity. I’m not sure if I would’ve been let in on the secret, friend or not, if things hadn’t gotten out of hand.
But something had gone wrong in her life and my friend was about to land himself in a whole lot of trouble, and a man didn't just stand by and let his best friend go to jail for murder after all.
When my hotheaded friend Justin had threatened to go after the bastard who'd hurt his little sister, and the family couldn't calm him down, they'd called me in. Not only as law enforcement but also as a friend. I remember that day very clearly now.
It was a Monday afternoon, not too long ago. I'd been riding my desk, trying to make heads or tails of the mess of a case involving dead illegal immigrants that someone had shipped over the border, who had found their way into my little valley outside Monterrey.
The wine valley was just as good a place as any to hide contraband I suppose, but not on my watch. I knew every square inch of my little paradise. For heavens sakes my family owned most of it and had for seven or eight generations.
Which meant the idiot who had cooked up the plan to use my neck of the woods, couldn't have been too smart, as was proven in the end.
Anyway, that day had been a real pisser, with dead end leads and nothing new coming in, and my boss pestering me to come up with the answers. I'd been about ready to pull my hair out by the roots when the phone call came in from the eldest of the Spalding brothers.
Now usually Matthew could and did run rough shod over his younger siblings no problem, but on that day, he seemed to realize that something a little more than brotherly love and intimidation was needed.
Justin had always been very close to his little sister; she'd been his shadow for as long as anyone could remember. In fact, the three youngest Spalding children had been extremely close, though all the boys looked out for their little princess, and with good reason too.
Shania had always been an exceptionally beautiful girl, and all the local boys knew when she came of age, just how to conduct themselves around her; unless they wanted to end up in the ICU with tubes filling every orifice. If the boys didn't get you, the father sure the hell would, and that would be even worse.