Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Sweet baby Jesus. She was like a dream come true. All that was missing was her pressing up against me on the back of my bike.
“Yo,” someone said from beside me.
I turned to see Wade and Castiel, both Bear Bottom Guardians and cops, staring at me as if they’d said something and were waiting for me to reply.
“What?” I asked. “I didn’t hear you.”
Castiel and Wade’s eyes went to the woman across the street, and wide smiles tipped up the corners of their lips.
“That’s Bayou’s nurse neighbor,” Castiel pointed out.
I narrowed my eyes. “How do you know that?”
Cast’s eyes went wide. “Because I’m a cop, and I know almost all the nurses at both hospitals on either side of us. Then again, they’re both quite small, so it’s not like that’s a really impressive thing.”
I grunted and returned my eyes to the woman, and nearly groaned.
She was bent over, fussing with the flowers that were around her door.
Her ass was heart-shaped, and looked like it’d take some really good poun…
“Dude, just go over there and talk to her already,” Wade grumbled. “She’s a nice lady.”
I didn’t bother asking how he knew her. Likely, it was for the same reason as Cas.
“I talked to her two days ago when I went to the ER,” I admitted. “She said she didn’t date military guys.”
“Well, that’s unfortunate,” Wade admitted. “You told her you were Delta?”
I shook my head. “No. I didn’t really even confirm that I was military at all. She just saw me. When I asked her out, she told me she didn’t date military guys. Then went on to guess which branch. I have to admit, that impressed me.”
“Her dad’s ex-military,” Wade said. “I saw him in there one week talking to his wife, who also works at the ER. Big motherfucker like you. I’m fairly sure that you could hold your own against him.”
“Hmm,” I hedged, knowing damn well who her father was. It was hard not to when you idolized the man. Not that I would ever tell her that. “She’d have to give me a chance first, though.”
After getting her full name, it wasn’t hard to put two and two together on who her father was. I mean, there were only so many Mackenzies that lived in Kilgore, Texas.
“True,” Cas said. “But I didn’t know you were such a little bitch. Giving up at the first obstacle’s not like you, man.”
That was true.
I was Delta Force. We didn’t give up at the first obstacle—or the fortieth. If we wanted something, we would make it happen no matter what, or how long, it took.
With that in mind, I looked both ways, and then crossed the street, very much aware of the eyes that stayed on me as I made my way over to the woman that was now bent over a different set of flowers. This one to the side of her walkway.
When I got closer, I realized that she was pulling weeds out with her hands and tossing them into the grass behind her.
“You do know, right, that all you’re doing is giving those weeds a different place to grow,” I teased.
Pru looked at me over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes at the comment. Then they widened when she saw who’d made said comment.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, standing slowly.
The tight scrubs looked great on her, but Jesus Christ. Her in tight black jeans dressed like she was? Holy shit, that did it for me, too.
Up close it was even better.
Her body was voluptuous and curvy. Her breasts were not huge, but definitely not small either. And her hips were so pronounced that she almost looked like she’d been drawn to be the perfect female specimen instead of born.
Her eyes widened when they came to a stop on my cut, and she frowned. “You’re one of Bayou’s Guardians?”
Was that a hint of lust I heard in her voice?
I nodded. “Bear Bottom Guardians, yes, ma’am.”
Her breathing hitched.
“What?” I probed.
“How the hell am I expected to have control?” she inquired.
Her outburst had me blinking in surprise.
I frowned. “Ummm, what?”
She licked her lips and looked away. “Nothing.”
Frowning, I moved closer so that I could touch her hand with my fingers. She stepped away, a wild look in her eyes. “I won’t date you!”
I narrowed my eyes. “Why not?”
“Because you’re Army. Plus, you’re youngish and hot. You won’t want to have a girlfriend at home while you’re deployed,” she explained, waving away my concern.
I snorted. “You don’t know me.”
“I know your kind,” she countered. “And you’re all the same. I’m not interested in being a page in your book.”
The woman in front of me had no clue. None.
“Darling,” I drawled. “You wouldn’t be just a page in my book. I’m not that kind of man. Never have been, and I don’t intend to start.”