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)
Hey, what’s going on?
They were likely the last words he would hear from her. Not anger and rage. No promises of retribution. She’d been worried about him. He’d been as big an ass as he could be and she’d wanted to know what was going on because she couldn’t quite believe he would hurt her like that.
Now she knew. Blocking her would put all doubt to rest. The next time he saw her, he would be cold. He wouldn’t acknowledge she existed.
And in a few months, he would leave Bliss since it looked like Sawyer was right and his brother wasn’t going to let him go easily.
Sawyer slid a beer in front of him. He was sitting at the end of the bar, turned slightly since he was waiting for the moment when the door opened and his past came back to haunt him.
Did his brother know what he’d done and all of this was some elaborate plan to draw out the punishment? He wouldn’t put it past Wayne to come up with some elaborate retribution. It would include some emotional torture.
Of course if Wayne knew, there would be way more than emotional torture. There would be pain until he couldn’t handle it a second more and he gave up everything he’d done.
The one thing he was absolutely certain of was his sins wouldn’t touch Sabrina.
“How did she handle it?” Sawyer passed off two more beers to Lark, who walked off to take it to table twelve.
“It was fine.” He hadn’t explained to Sawyer that he wasn’t going to take his oddly reasonable advice. This wasn’t a reasonable situation, and if Sabrina knew he was in trouble, she would want to help. Helping in this case might cost her mightily. “I don’t think she took things too seriously, either. She was only being polite.”
A brow rose over Sawyer’s dark eyes. “The woman let us play with her asshole. She wasn’t being polite. She was into us. You, in particular.”
He’d been right the first time, but Wyatt had given up his dream. There would be no happy threesome, no settling into the sweetest, most fun town he’d ever been in. He wouldn’t be everyone’s helpful friend, wouldn’t play with the kids and the dogs and help out when someone needed strong arms.
He would leave as soon as he could and never look back, and when he got to the next place he would keep to himself. He wouldn’t put anyone else at risk.
“She wished me well and said everything is cool.” Let that be the end of it. He didn’t want some weird fight with Sawyer before he had to deal with his brother.
Dark eyes narrowed. “You’re lying.”
Wyatt huffed. “It’s none of your business.”
Perhaps pointing out he was being nosy would get the man to back off. Sawyer was the most misanthropic person he knew.
Of course he only knew what to call Sawyer because Sabrina had a wide vocabulary and liked to share it with the world.
“Uh, it’s absolutely my business because if you didn’t do what I told you to do, we’re going to have a serious problem,” Sawyer replied.
“I solved the problem.”
“How did you solve the problem?” Sawyer was insistent. “Did you give her some weird drug that makes you forget things? Did Jax have any left? Because unless you erased last weekend, she’s going to show up at some point in time. Look, if you did give her a drug, people are going to come after you. We need to make it clear you’re the only one responsible for that particular action because there are some boys from Texas who will take offense, and I don’t want to mess with them.”
When had Sawyer developed a sense of humor? It was a really inopportune time to develop a dry wit. “Of course I didn’t do anything to harm her physically. I’m trying my best to ensure nothing hurts her.”
“But you didn’t tell her what was happening? You came up with some reasonable excuse for why you couldn’t join her this evening. Right?”
Sawyer was going to kill him tonight. “No. I didn’t. I told her thanks for the sex but I wasn’t interested in seeing her again and then I blocked her. So now she knows exactly who I am and she’ll stay away.”
Sawyer groaned, and his head fell back. “Damn it.”
He didn’t have to say anything else because the doors opened and four familiar men walked in. They were all wearing jeans and T-shirts and black leather vests proclaiming their full membership in the Colorado Horde.
Sawyer straightened up. “Doug. He’s your brother’s second, right?”
Wyatt nodded. “The big one is Doug. The tallest one goes by Murphy. You probably remember the asshole in the back.”
He was the one looking around, checking all the exits and eyeballing who was where in case he needed to beat the living shit out of someone. It was what Brutus did best.