Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Okay,” Harmony agrees. She nods and then looks at me as I lead her out of the house. She doesn’t say anything in the truck on the way home, and when I pull up to the house, she grabs the handle of the truck, and I follow her up the steps to the front door. I wait until she’s in the middle of the entryway before I speak.
“I want to take you out on a date,” I suggest, and her head whips around to look at me. The shock of the idea is all over her face, which makes me angry since we’ve been sleeping together for the past couple of weeks. “But I know you won’t want to go out with me in public, so tomorrow we’ll have a date at home."
“Brady—” she says, but I stop her when I close the distance to her and take her mouth in a kiss. My tongue slides into her mouth, wanting to take the kiss even deeper than it is, but knowing that she has to get some rest.
“Get some rest. I’ll come and pick you up at around four thirty so we can have something to eat together before your shift.” I kiss her again before turning and walking out of the house instead of pulling her back up the steps and fucking her senseless.
CHAPTER 32
Harmony
The phone rings as soon as I slide on my jeans, and I look down to see it’s Brady. “Hello.”
“You ready?” he asks, and I can hear people in the background.
“I am,” I tell him, “but it sounds like you have a full house. Why don’t I just meet you there?”
He takes a full minute before he answers me. “Okay, then we’ll leave your car here and go home together.” My heart squeezes in my chest when he says that.
“Okay, I’m going to leave now and clock in early so I can help.”
“Okay, baby, drive safe,” he urges and disconnects before I have a chance to say anything to him. I pick up my keys and walk over to the car and make my way to the bar. It’s literally jam-packed by the time I get in.
“Hey,” I greet when I quickly walk in, seeing him behind the bar with another guy, who is new.
“Hey, baby,” he replies softly to me. “This is Aiden. He started today.”
“Hi, Aiden,” I say, holding up my hand. “I’m Harmony.” I look back at Brady. “I’ll hang my purse up and start.”
“Did you eat?” he asks, coming over to where I’m standing and putting his hand on my hip, pulling me a bit to him.
“I was still full from lunch,” I say, and he just nods at me, letting me go. I turn and walk to the closet, and I can feel him at my back. I walk in to hang up my purse, and he follows me in, closing the door behind him. I barely have time to turn back around before his arms are around me and his lips are on mine. I get on my tippy-toes, wrapping one arm around his shoulders while the other arm goes around his waist. The kiss is probably the best kiss he’s given me. I take that back; every kiss is the best kiss he’s given me. This is the best kiss he’s given me today.
“Hey, baby,” he whispers when he lets my lips go, “did you sleep?”
“I did, for a full four hours,” I inform him, and he smiles before he nods, then lets me go.
I walk out with him at the same time Janelle spots us. “Hey, you two,” she says, rushing to serve her drinks.
“What section am I in?” I ask, going over to punch in.
“You can take that section over there.” He points to the right. “I’ve been trying to serve them, but the tour this afternoon decided it would be a party if they stayed.”
“Got it,” I confirm, grabbing my pad and walking over to a couple of tables. When I look up, I see Emmett at one of them.
“Well, hello again,” he says with a sly smile as he sits back in his chair. He’s with a bunch of guys I saw at the barn.
“Hey,” I reply, smiling back at him, “how is Wyatt?”
“Almost threw up when he had to muck the stalls.” He snickers. “I’ll send you the video if you give me your number.” He smiles big. “Then I can call and officially ask you out on a date.”
“Fuck off,” I hear growled from behind me and look over at Brady, who stands with his arms crossed over his chest. The glare on his face even makes me laugh as I hear the table laugh with him. “I’m going to serve this table.”
“Aren’t you busy behind the bar?” I ask, and he ignores me but looks at Emmett.