Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“That’d be some shit. Imagine Ella’s face if she saw cops rolling in. She’d shit a damn brick.” He’s not wrong. When I had this place outfitted, I should have put cameras everywhere. Then we’d have our own view. “Hey, by the way, you take out the trash in the office, I’ve been thinking about your offer.” Fucking finally. Now that Tulsa’s home, I’d love someone reliable who can help out around here.
“You ready to take the position?” We were looking over plans, my eyes glued to another project that’s going to be a nightmare; I can feel it. Another abandoned home that was foreclosed, sitting for years, a total re-roof with a bunch of damn valleys and dormers. The new owners wanted it shingled, then called and asked for a quote for metal.
“I am.”
“Fucking finally. You can take on this job, too. That customer is going to be a pain in my dick.” I stick my hand out. Chase shakes it, and I pull him in for a one-armed hug, damn happy that he’s finally stepping into a position he was made for.
“Yeah, sure, whatever. You just don’t want to deal with the residential shit. Maybe we can break that up, and if I’m slow on that side, I’ll help you with the business projects,” Chase offers.
“Fine with me. We’ll figure out the logistics. Ready to clean house? I hear my woman’s truck rolling up, and after the shit we shared last night, I’m pretty sure Tulsa would snatch Ella bald headed for the shit she’s pulled.” Tulsa could probably sweet talk her way out of a lot, but I’m thinking even the local sheriff wouldn’t be able to sway Ella from pressing charges.
“Tulsa Rose is feisty. She’ll come at you when you least expect it. I watched her do it to a girl in high school who was talking shit and making fun of another kid. If you didn’t see it with your own two eyes, you wouldn’t believe it. She slid her foot out, and the girl went down in front of everyone. Gave her a dose of her own medicine. Then Tulsa turned around like nothing ever happened.”
“That sounds like her.” It also goes to show you why she had a problem with Ella when Montgomery had her coming around all those years ago. My butterfly, she doesn’t take any shit, another reason why she stayed away as long as she did.
22
TULSA ROSE
“Butterfly.” My Tahoe is barely in Park when my driver’s side door is open, and Ledger is moving inside the truck. My eyes lock on his, watching as his head dips, lips going to mine, giving me no time to prepare for the kiss he lays on me, and doing it right in front of his mother. My eyes close, and I sink into the moment. I missed the feeling of this even though I had it this morning before he left to stop at his house to get ready and then head to work.
“Ledger.”
“I needed your lips. This is not going to be pretty. I’m going to need both of you to keep your cool. Bail isn’t cheap, and she’s going to do her best to fuck with your head. Don’t let her control you.” He has me in a stupor from the kiss he laid on me.
“I’ve got enough money to bail me out. I think we’ll be fine,” I tell him, looking over my shoulder at Heather. She smiles, an expression that more than likely mirrors my own. One that says ‘let Ella come at me.’ We’ll take the trash out in a way Ledger couldn’t even if he wanted to.
“Fucking Christ, you two are not getting involved. You’re here to make sure Ella doesn’t try to start shit and make something out of nothing,” Ledger states.
“Fun sucker. What did I tell you, Tulsa?” Heather says. I snicker. She’s in her fifties and is acting like she’s my age. I love her. “Fine, we’ll be on our best behavior, I suppose.”
“Thank you. What about you, Tulsa?”
“Who, me?” I hold my hand to my chest, mock horror that I’d start anything.
“Damn women,” he grumbles, running his hand through his hair, acting like he’s annoyed when there’s a smirk on his face. I take the keys out of my ignition and move my body so I can slide out of the driver’s seat. “Behave.” Ledger winking for good measure doesn’t help matters. Neither does his hands going to my hips, practically picking me up, causing me to wrap my arms around his neck, keys dangling from the tips of my fingers.
“What if I don’t want to behave?” I watch as he lowers his head. His lips graze my ear, his beard rasping against my skin, causing a tingle to work its way through my body. I close my eyes, tip my head back to give him more room. The squeezing of his fingers along my hips only adds to the effect of making me want him more, even if it isn’t the time or the place for my nipples to pebble, pussy to dampen with desire. He’s not unaffected either judging by the deep breath of air he inhales.