Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“About time,” Devin drawls, and I’m in shock.
This is the man who persistently haunts my dreams. I’m going with “haunting” even if I get turned on by the dreams because I don’t want to have them. Heck, Devin haunts me even when I'm not dreaming. I swear every time I turn around, he’s there, looming...judging.
“I’m not late,” I say and hold the box of cinnamon rolls close to my chest. There’s no way he's getting any of these. “I should just go.” I start to turn around, but Devin grips my elbow. “Hey!” I make a half-hearted protest as he pulls me into his home. As much as I don’t want him to, I kind of want to see the place.
It’s too bad his simple touch makes heat shoot through my body like I’ve touched a live wire. My mind is flooded with the numerous fantasies I've had about him and what I imagine he can do with that mouth. I want to kick my own ass. Am I really into grumpy, know-it-all jerks? Because that’s exactly what Devin is.
“We have an interview.”
“We hate each other,” I remind him.
Why would he want to hire me? I could really use this freaking job, and the pay is crazy good. But I should have realized that it was Devin. Booker was the one that referred me for this job, but the potential money I could earn clearly blinded me. I am planning to use my small savings to launch my own business at some point. But I guess that’s going to take another hit because of my damn car.
“Not sure what gave you that idea,” he says, and I stare up at him.
I have to look way up because he’s a freaking giant. A giant with a stupid face that isn’t handsome and gruff in a sexy way. Nope, not one bit.
“You’re always glaring at me,” I manage to say and not sound breathy.
“A man can’t have resting bitch face?” I don’t want to, but I snort a laugh. “And you’re always smiling.” He shrugs. “Come on this way.” Devin doesn’t release his hold on my elbow as he leads me deeper into his home. “We can do this in the kitchen.”
The way he says "do this" sends my mind straight to naughty places. I need to get it together. I’ve never had this problem before, and it’s all Devin's fault.
“I guess I don’t have much of a choice.” I wiggle my elbow, but he’s got a firm grip on it.
“Did that car die in my driveway?”
So he did see that. Great. “Yes, okay?” I roll my eyes, but he's so high above me that I doubt he can see it. “I don’t need the I told you so.”
Not only does he constantly glare at me, but he also makes his offhanded comments. He always has something to say so clearly thinks I'm inept.
“I wasn't going to say that.”
“Sure,” I say dryly as we enter the kitchen. “You always…” I trail off. “Holy crap.” The kitchen is a baker's dream. It’s got multiple sinks and ovens with all the counter space in the world. The gas stove is commercial size with so many burners.
When I helped Sabrina with the holiday tour, I thought she and Booker Pine had an amazing kitchen. The one in front of me blows theirs out of the water.
It’s tradition in Mittenville to have the holiday tour the week after Thanksgiving. I’d gone over to their house to make sweets since Booker hired the diner to cater the event. That’s where I first met Devin. He and Booker are business partners and ranchers. I believe their primary focus is cattle, though I'm not entirely certain. They are a bit of a mystery to the people of Mittenville, so we don’t know much about anything they do. But since the first time I saw Devin, he’s always at their house when I turn up. He’s usually there to glare at me and make his little comments.
“I take it that this kitchen will work for you?” Devin smirks.
“You really want to hire me as a cook?” Baking is my specialty, but I can cook anything. Honestly, I thought he didn't like my food. At least that was the impression I’d gotten the day of the tour.
"I'd like to hire you for a lot more than that."
Chapter Two
DEVIN
I can’t believe Joy is here, in my home. I wasn’t sure it was possible, but now that she’s here, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to let her go.
“What do you mean?” Her eyes narrow like she can see my scheming thoughts.
“Look, this job pays a lot because I need someone I can rely on. I’m willing to shell out whatever it is you need to make it worth your while. But I need the person that’s going to take this job to be on site.”