Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Ford Spurlock, one of Justice’s childhood friends, looked over from where he was standing next to a pillar.
“What?” he grumbled.
“You remember that time that Saylor went out on that date and Kettle found out that he disrespected her?” Justice drawled.
Ford’s lips kicked up at the corners of his mouth.
“Yeah,” he grinned.
“You remember what he did?” Justice asked.
Ford’s grin turned into a full-blown smile.
“Yep.” He paused, eyes drifting to me as he obviously read between the lines of the conversation. “Kettle lost his shit and sent the kid to the hospital. Kid was only fifteen.”
I let my eyes drift to the big man that was staring at his daughter so adoringly.
And wondered if she was worth it.
But then she turned her eyes to me, smiled, and winked.
Oh, yeah. She was definitely worth it.
***
I couldn’t help but stare at her throughout the rest of the wedding.
When she was on my arm as we were walking out behind Justice and his new wife, I looked down to see her wiping away tears.
“Weddings make you cry?” I asked curiously.
She shrugged.
“That’s why I started making cakes,” she said, looking a little sheepish. “I just love the look on a bride’s face when she sees the wedding cake.”
“When did you start doing this?” I asked curiously, trying to keep my voice low so that the people around us didn’t hear what I was saying.
“When I was a teenager.” She smiled. “I used to work in the photo section in Walgreens with a really nice woman. She was about ten years older than me, and I used to idolize her. Her and her boyfriend met when we were working, actually. He came in wanting to get some photos developed. She developed them for him, and they had a laugh over the dog that he’d just gotten. I really enjoyed watching their relationship grow. When he asked her to marry him, they were both poor college students. I offered to make the cake, and I don’t think that they realized I could actually cook when they agreed.”
“You didn’t take any food up there for like staff parties or anything?” I asked.
We were in the lobby now, but I still hadn’t let go of her.
“No,” she grinned. “This was Walgreens. The turnover rate was high, and the employees weren’t the same ones from one week to the next. There was no camaraderie there. Just between me and Tanya. But when I made that cake and saw the look on her face, I knew that I would keep doing it.”
“And then you started making such big cakes that people started ordering?” I guessed.
I shrugged. “Yes. Kind of. People just started ordering them for birthdays and stuff like that. Before I knew it, all of my old clients were recommending me to new clients. And then everything was going by word of mouth. But…I never really wanted to do it full-time. It’s just more of a hobby to me.”
The photographer was once again trying to rein us all in, pointing to where she wanted us to go to get the rest of the wedding party photos done.
“This is a nightmare,” I muttered. “I’m so fucking hot right now.”
Saylor’s eyes swept up the length of me before settling on my face.
“If it makes you feel better,” she said teasingly. “You look fucking hot as hell.”
I looked down into her eyes and knew that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from fucking her.
There was just no way.
I eyed her up and down, too.
“I’ve wanted to peel that dress off of you since I saw you in it before the wedding,” I said bluntly. “So, the feeling’s mutual, I guess.”
Her breath hitched, and a pretty blush started at her tits and swept upward.
God, she was pretty.
“All right, y’all!” the photographer yelled. “We’re meeting outside for the wedding party group photo. Then we’ll take one of each of the crew with their pair that they walked down the aisle with. Then we’ll finish up with the bride and groom. Let’s go! The lighting is absolutely perfect right now!”
I started tugging Saylor toward the front doors as the rest of the wedding party shuffled out, about as excited to be out in the sun as I was.
“Don’t look so excited,” Saylor teased. “At least you get to have someone to talk to while you go through this torture.”
I looked down at her and grinned, squeezing her hand in mine.
“Very true,” I teased. “Now I can have someone watch my face for signs of heatstroke.”
She winked, making me want to grab her up into my arms and kiss her.
I’d done a lot of thinking about the woman since I’d last seen her.
She’d cost me my original job that I’d agreed to take up with the police department when I’d first started. She’d also made me become a national sensation overnight with how I’d disarmed the dumbass in a matter of moments.