Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
“I absolutely did not sleep with her. She just showed up. I don’t know why she’s here, but you have to come and get her. She says she’s some deputy’s sister. The new one. The one who’s living with Hale and Van.”
“What?” Gemma suddenly sounded interested. “Are you telling me Sabrina Leal is stranded on the mountain and she’s going to have to stay with you and the new guy?”
Wyatt wasn’t really new. He’d been around almost… Damn. Had it been a year? “Yes. That is what I’m telling you.”
“The schoolteacher is going to have to shack up with the MC boys?”
Schoolteacher? She was the new schoolteacher? He’d known she was a schoolteacher but now she was the schoolteacher. It was practically a stereotype. The sweet schoolteacher with the generous hips and soft breasts and lush mouth. Okay, maybe not a stereotype except in his wet dreams. MC boys? “I have not been in an MC for over ten years, Gemma. Do you want me to remind you about the time you ripped out Catherine’s fake hair, or whatever it was you ended up clutching in the viral video we’ve all seen?”
Gemma had a colorful past herself. At least his hadn’t been captured for the Internet.
She huffed. “It was Christina Big Tits, and it was her actual hair. And good point. Oh, there’s the sheriff. Nate, Sabrina’s stuck on Sawyer’s mountain, and he’s got his panties in a serious wad about it. Like he’s a fainting, nineteenth-century virgin whose reputation is about to be ruined, and he won’t be able to go to the marriage mart.”
She was frustratingly sarcastic. “I am not. But you bring up a point. The schoolteacher certainly shouldn’t be left alone for the weekend with two men.”
A low chuckle came over the line as the sheriff took over. “Well, we wouldn’t be Bliss if she didn’t. So Sabrina’s at your place and you want her gone. Interesting.”
“It is not. I am merely trying to look out for her.”
“Nah. You’re trying to keep your distance. Like you did at the Christmas party last year. You know we’re still talking about it. We have a couple of bets going,” the sheriff said.
“I might want to change mine,” Gemma said, proving they had him on speaker phone.
A pit opened in his gut. “Sheriff, you cannot leave the county schoolteacher with two dangerous men.”
“Dangerous?” He could practically see the sheriff’s eyes rolling. “From what I can tell the two of you are only dangerous to a bucket of hot wings. You know for a man of your reputation, you turned out to be a softie. Look, man, this storm is serious, and don’t tell me I should call Del Norte and ask to borrow their chopper. It’s not happening. We’re in a bad situation, and you and Wyatt can take care of Sabrina. I’ll let everyone know she’s safe and warm, and we’ll come clear the road as soon as possible. Now, if you have a serious emergency, call me. Until then, let me give you some advice on how to take care of a lady…”
“Sheriff, do you know what’s going to happen if you leave her here?” Sawyer asked.
Wyatt pried the phone out of his hand. “She’ll be kept warm and well fed. Don’t worry about us, Sheriff. We’ll take excellent care of her. We’re stocked up and ready to hunker down for a couple of days. You get back to your important work and thank you.” Wyatt paused and then a smile crossed his face. “You think so?” Another pause. “Well, we’ll see about that. Give her sister this number so she can call. I think everyone will feel better if they can communicate. Thanks. Yes. We’ll let you know. Huh, I never thought of myself as sweet. I like it. Bye, Sheriff.”
Sawyer watched in horror as Wyatt hung up. “What the hell did you do?”
Wyatt started back for the kitchen. “Saved you from acting like a fool. She’s a nice lady and she’s here, and we’re not shoving her out into the night to die. Deal with it. Also, according to the sheriff, there’s always a sweet one and a hardass in relationships like this. Guess which one you are? Now, do we have any wine? She looks like a Cab girl. I think it would go nicely with the stew. I’m going to put it on and find something for her to change into. Her clothes are damp. I think maybe one of my shirts. It’ll be like a dress. What can I make for dessert?”
Sawyer watched him walk away.
He was fucking doomed. Doomed.
* * * *
He was an asshole. Sabrina had zero idea how she’d managed to get here. Well, she did. She’d procrastinated for so long she had to fix the problem no matter what.