Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“I didn’t expect this.”
“I’m not—”
“Like your father,” he finishes for me. “You’re not.” George stands and picks up the list of menu item changes I made. “Why don’t you head on out? I’m going to talk to Joy about some of this.”
I jump up from my chair and do a small happy dance after George leaves the office. Then I wince, and my hand goes to my hip. I’d forgotten it was still sore. It’s better, but the bruise is wicked.
Then I catch the time and realize I need to get going. I’ve got to run home and change real quick and check on Grandpa. After that I can attempt to win Booker over. I'll land this job one way or another because I need it. I’m running out of time to find Grandpa and myself a new place to live.
I've been thinking maybe it’s time to leave Mittenville, but things might be turning for the better. It is the time of year when magic might be in the air...or maybe something more.
Chapter Six
Booker
“You expecting company?” Devin, my business partner, asks when he sees the headlights coming down the driveway.
“I told you earlier I was.”
“Oh, that’s right.” He’s being an asshole, and I glare at him.
He knows damn well that Sabrina is coming over to look at the barn. It’s why I told him to get lost. Sometimes he stays with me when there’s a new shipment of cattle and he needs to be onsite the whole time. But he’s got a place on the outskirts of town and tries to avoid Mittenville if possible. He prefers to be alone but seems to be sticking around just to annoy me.
“It would be rude of me to leave without introducing myself.”
“It will be hard for you to introduce yourself with a broken nose.” I raise a brow at him, and he holds his hands up.
“Fine, I won’t try to charm your girl. But I’ve got to see the woman that has you twisted in knots.”
“Mind your own business,” I grumble as I step off the porch and pull my Stetson down low. Devin follows behind me, and I want to yell at him to leave, but Sabrina is pulling up.
Her car is an older model and looks like something a grandma would drive, not a young woman. She parks the sedan next to my truck, and it’s comical how much smaller it is. Devin’s truck is behind me, and I turn and nod for him to take off.
His feet are firmly planted, and I clench my fist at my side.
“Hey there,” Sabrina says when she gets out of her car, and I look back to see her standing there.
She’s got on fitted jeans that show off her curves and boots that look worn in and soft. Her button-up flannel is snug against her body, and the buttons between her tits are straining. Her cheeks are rosy from the cold breeze, and I wonder if she’s got a coat. Maybe I could give her one of mine because the snow is beginning to come down.
“You must be Sabrina,” Devin says from behind me. “Booker has told me all about you.”
“He was just leaving,” I say to Sabrina, and she tries to hide her grin. It’s sweet how shy she gets, and fuck, I want to know if she tastes sweet too.
“See you tomorrow,” Devin calls out, and then I hear him get in his truck before the engine roars to life.
“You got a coat?” I ask her, and she shakes her head.
“I thought I brought it with me, but I was almost here before I realized I forgot it. I’ll be fine once we get inside.” She shivers right after she says this, but I’m already shrugging off my coat.
“You can wear mine,” I tell her as I move closer.
“No, that’s okay. You’ll get cold.” She shakes her head, but I’m already draping it around her shoulders.
I have other coats. In fact, there’s one right inside the door. But for some reason, I want her to have this one. It’s already warmed up, and it smells like me. There’s something about seeing her in my clothes that I like. A lot.
“Come on now, put your arms through,” I tell her as I hold the front of the jacket, and she easily slips her arms inside. The coat is so much bigger on her, but I like it.
Her eyes meet mine, and I realize how close we are. I’m still holding on to the front of the coat, and if I wanted to, I could pull her against me and do the things I’ve been dying to do since the first time I saw her.
“It feels good,” she says softly, and I imagine her saying those same words while I slide my cock inside her.