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)
“Like I said, they’re all happy. They don’t need me hanging around.” One more turn and he would be at the bar and he could go hide in his office.
Actually, his office would make a nice hidey-hole for a couple of days. The rate Wyatt and Sabrina were going they would be married by Thursday and have two point three kids next week. Then they wouldn’t even think about the surly asshole who shared their bed for a weekend.
What the hell was wrong with him?
“You genuinely think you hanging around them would drag down their happiness?” Wyatt went into a soft tone Sawyer had begun to think of as his therapist mode.
They were not going there. “Maybe I don’t like being around them. Maybe I can’t stand all the white picket fence boringness of making popcorn and watching movies and talking about what happened at work. You know what happened at work? Nothing. Lucy dealt with some rich asshole and Ty saved a life and River and Jax took some tourists on a raft. Why should I care? And they’ll be having babies soon. Oh, they talk a lot about babies. What the fuck do I know about babies except they poop and cry and I don’t want any.”
Most of the time he didn’t. Sometimes he thought it wouldn’t be terrible to have one. Maybe two. Three was too much. Three made one of them an asshole, and then the other two hated him.
Shit. Was this about his childhood?
Did he actually have abandonment issues?
“Do you?” Wyatt asked. “Do you hate being around them?”
Of course he didn’t. He missed them. Hell, sometimes he even missed Michael—Lucy and Ty’s partner. He was quiet, the kind of man you could nod at and stand silently and drink a beer around. Now that he thought about it, he and Michael might have never exchanged more than twenty words in the whole time he’d known him.
Michael might be his favorite person.
“It doesn’t matter. Look, I know you’re trying to psychoanalyze me so stop.” He made the last turn and watched as Sabrina’s car was towed onto the highway. It was a crappy car. A sedan had no place here in the mountains. She needed something with four-wheel drive. Something that could handle the weather and the turns and terrain. “You need to get her a better vehicle.”
“Uhm, I don’t know I’m in a position to buy her a car.” For the first time in days, Wyatt seemed unsure of himself. “I don’t have much saved up. I left the MC with nothing but the clothes on my back. I used everything I made in the last couple of months on the bike I got from Jesse and Cade.”
“I meant help her get a new one. And teach her to drive.” Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Wyatt’s hand go up. “Damn it. Fine. I’ll teach you and you can teach her.”
Wyatt’s brow furrowed. “I can drive a bike, but I’m not good with cars yet. It’s a different skill set.”
“How did you plan to get to your date tonight?” Had Wyatt thought this through? Or had he been distracted by boobs? “Are you going to follow her back on your bike? And when you asked if you should pick her up, did you mean throwing her on the back of that piece of crap you bought? Do you have a second helmet?”
“I was going to give her mine,” Wyatt admitted.
“Now that will get you in serious trouble. There are no helmet requirements for anyone over eighteen, but Nate will find a reason to pull you over. You’ll find yourself in Doc’s office, and he’s got pictures and x-rays, and the stories the man can tell.” Sawyer didn’t fuck with Doc Burke, and when he rode a bike, he definitely put on a damn helmet.
“She probably shouldn’t be on a bike,” Wyatt said, his shoulders coming up.
This was what he needed. This was the wedge that would make Wyatt see what a terrible idea all of this was, and then they could go up to the ski lodge and sit in the bar and find a ski bunny who wanted nothing more than a good time. He didn’t have to lose his friend. “You can take the Jeep. I’ll have someone drive me back at the end of the night if you’re still out.”
“Really?” Wyatt sounded hopeful again. “I’ll be careful.”
“If you stay with her, make sure to text me. Someone can pick me up and take me to work.” Or he would stay in the office tonight. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d slept at the bar. Damn, did he have dog food? He was pretty sure he had dog food.
Where Roger had turned left to go into the valley, Sawyer turned right and could see the bar up ahead. The lights weren’t on yet, but the place was so familiar he always seemed to see it with its neon red and blue blinking arrow. His grandfather told him the arrow brought in the customers.