Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 104151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Was he checking me out?
No.
Maybe.
Gah! I hoped so.
I cleared my throat. “And who’s fault is that?”
Kyle shook his head. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“How?”
He smirked. “You’ll see. Josh? Let’s go, buddy. We have to pick Adam up.”
“See ya, I guess,” I mumbled, pushing open the screen door. When I gazed back, Kyle was looking at my ass or my legs. Maybe both.
When our eyes locked, he winked.
He. WINKED!
CHAPTER THREE
GEORGE MICHAEL, “FAITH”
Kyle
By the time we picked up Adam from the U-Haul store and grabbed a pizza to take home, Josh was asleep.
Adam glanced in the back seat at my sleeping boy before breaching the subject that didn’t need to be discussed. “Eighteen-year-old girls look twenty-five these days,” he said.
I checked my review mirror to confirm that Josh hadn’t woken up. “I suppose,” I replied.
Through the corner of my eye, I caught Adam’s Cheshire cat grin.
He scratched his neck. “Eve is uh …”
“My brother’s best friend’s daughter. Barely out of high school. My neighbor. And ten years younger than me.”
Adam softly chuckled. “I was going to say really hot. Miles of legs. The long dark hair. The sexy grin. Dude, she smiles like she’s got a secret, and it’s hot.”
“Well, good thing you’ll be flying back to Denver tomorrow. The whole Adam and Eve thing failed the first time; no need to relive the past.”
He fisted his hand at his mouth and tried to suppress his laughter so he didn’t wake Josh. I shot him a quick glance and a half grin. He wasn’t wrong about her.
“She was practically drooling over you,” he added.
“Also worth noting: I’m a math teacher at the high school and the football coach. Did I mention how small this town is? Oh, and if you look behind us, you’ll see I have a son.”
“I’d do her,” he said with a shrug.
I didn’t want to laugh, but my best friend had the most questionable morals. His favorite lines were: How are they going to find out? What are they going to do about it?
“They” meant any authority, such as teachers, police, parents, and the IRS. He was a terrible influence when we were younger, and I spent a lot of time in trouble for his bad ideas. Yet, I had no regrets.
Adam drummed his fingers on his legs. “I know you wanted to live in a small town for Josh’s sake, but this seems a little extreme.” He stared out the window at endless acres of land dotted with barns and farmhouses.
“Nah. It’s perfect.”
“You know what else is perfect? The tits on that—”
“If you mention her again, I’m going to bury your body in the orchard. It would have such a biblical symbolism of the mortality of man.”
“Josh is asleep and can’t hear us. You forget that I’ve known you since we were kids. You don’t have to be a math teacher or a saint with me. So you can give me a long list of reasons why you should stay away from your neighbor girl, but nothing changes the fact that she’s a wet dream. So, since I’ve mentioned her again, and you’re going to bury me, at least give this dying man his last wish and tell me what you really thought when you met her.”
I blew out a long breath. “I thought I should have moved to Carthage.”
A triumphant grin grew along his face. “Melinda’s gone. You have a long road ahead of you as a single dad. Don’t deny yourself a little pleasure here and there.”
I shook my head. “I’ll keep my subscription to Playboy.”
“I’d just get myself a good pair of binoculars. Which room do you think is hers?”
“Shut up, man. You’re such a pervert.” I tried not to laugh as we pulled into the drive, but Adam was relentless. “Hey, buddy,” I shut off the truck, then reached around to shake Josh’s leg.
He peeled open his eyes and yawned.
“We’re home. Let’s eat.”
The next night, the doorbell rang at six fifteen.
“You’re late,” I said, opening the screen door.
Eve squinted a fraction. “Sorry. Your imaginary date will be so disappointed.” She stepped inside and kicked off her shoes.
“It could be a real date. You haven’t seen me in twenty-four hours,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest while she curled her dark brown hair behind her ears.
I told myself to keep my gaze on her face. Even though I had driven Adam to the airport earlier that day, he was still in my head, taunting me with inappropriate comments and suggestions. Unfortunately, when I opened the door, I’d caught enough of her body to know she was wearing rolled-up denim shorts and a red tank top.
“What have you done to find a date since yesterday?” Eve asked. “I don’t think you made the personal ad deadline for today’s paper.”
“I went to the grocery store after I took Adam to the airport. Maybe I asked out one of the employees,” I said.