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)
“And you’re a weirdo.” He said the words with a smile.
Yep. It was way better when he frowned. “You’re a bully.”
A startled expression took over his handsome face, and the man actually looked hurt. “Am not. I don’t like bullies. I’m sorry. Again. Not something a bully would say. I am maybe not so good at handling certain emotions. Like most of them, with the exception of annoyance and anger. I’m excellent at those. Everything else I’m a little slow at. But I can come around. So how about you join me and Wyatt for dinner and we’ll see where the night goes from there. I mean apparently they’re not sending a chopper up to rescue you from my clutches.”
“I don’t think you’re going to clutch me.”
He seemed to consider her statement. “How about I promise no clutching. Unless you ask me to.”
“I’m not going to ask you.” Her stomach rumbled. “But I will have dinner, and I won’t make Wyatt eat alone with you. I bet you don’t even compliment his cooking.”
“I eat it,” he said like that was supposed to be enough.
What did poor Wyatt have to go through? And what was a one percenter? Sawyer said it like she should know what it meant.
“I’m taking a shower now,” she announced. “I don’t suppose you have anything I could change into.”
“I’ll get some of Wyatt’s clothes. They’ll be too big, but they won’t fall off you. I’ll leave them on the bed.” Sawyer stepped back. “And Sabrina, I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. It wasn’t my intention, and despite my reputation for being an asshole, I don’t like to run around hurting women’s feelings. Which is why I didn’t talk to you the night of the Christmas party. If I’d talked to you…would you have been polite to me?”
“Of course.”
“Then you might have been safe,” he said.
Again with the confusion. “Safe? And I’m not now?”
“I haven’t decided. The mean thing throws me off.”
Such an odd man. “You are safe from any interest from me, Mr. Hathaway. All I want from you is to fix my electricity and to let me stay here until someone can come get me. I’ll stay out of your way and you can stay out of mine.”
“Somehow, I don’t think that’s going to happen, sweetheart.”
“Oh, and a third thing.” She leaned in, giving him her best sit down and do your work and stop talking stare. “Don’t call me sweetheart.”
She turned and walked away, Bella hard on her heels.
It was going to be a rough couple of days.
Chapter Three
Sawyer walked into the kitchen, his sparring session with the luscious Sabrina Leal playing through his head.
And his dick.
“Dinner will be ready in about a half an hour,” Wyatt said in a tight voice, not looking up from the stove where he stood, stirring a pot.
He was good at stirring a pot. “Did you or did you not ignore the requests Marie sent over because you wanted to force a meeting with Sabrina?”
Wyatt sighed. “I wanted to meet her, but I didn’t want to come off like some weirdo. She doesn’t go out a lot, and I couldn’t come up with a reason to go to the school. I considered adopting a kid.”
“What?”
Wyatt shook his head. “Well, I considered paying a kid to say he was like my younger brother or something, but then I realized how it would probably look so I didn’t do that. Then she started asking about the electricity and voila. Here she is. I will say I didn’t think she would end up getting stuck here. I thought she would come to the bar and then I would apologize and offer to get her a drink to make up for things, and sure, I’ll come look at your electricity.”
“You’re not an electrician,” Sawyer pointed out.
“Which is why we would have to spend time together,” Wyatt replied. “We would have to find someone, maybe talk about how to solve the problem. We won’t now because you suck.”
He wasn’t going to argue about the state of his personality. He’d been born this way. “You’re just as good as an electrician since it’s not the electricity.”
Wyatt huffed. “No. Apparently it’s an alien.”
Damn, when she’d flushed and leaned toward him his dick had tightened and his world had kind of tilted on its axis. He hadn’t expected her to push back. In his head he’d formed a fully detailed version of her. Sweet. Probably wanted a family. Wouldn’t ever accept a man who’d been arrested as often as Sawyer had. Wouldn’t want to hang out in some dingy bar in rural Colorado. Wouldn’t be able to stand up for herself so he would end up walking all over her because he was an asshole who needed a woman who could put him in his place. “Yeah, we’re going to have to figure something out or Mel really will be on my ass. And I don’t even want to mess with Nell. I thought maybe when she had a baby she would chill or not have as much time to protest, but she just brings the baby along. I swear she taught her baby to cry on cue.”