Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Willow was five years younger than him, and had caught his eye a long time ago. He didn’t know why he’d not gone for her before now. Being a Reaper had seemed so much more important to him. He didn’t want to risk having a wife and kids, or anything that would give him a weakness. However, seeing Daniel, their leader, settle down, and knowing all The Reapers had his back, there was no reason for him to keep putting off the inevitable.
Also, he couldn’t stand the risk that another man might discover what a gem Willow was. He had to lock this shit down, and do it fast.
Entering Flynn’s Café, he looked across the crowded room and immediately spotted Willow in the corner. He greeted several of the locals, but he didn’t stop until he got to her table.
“Well, well, well, imagine meeting you here,” he said.
Willow looked up, and she had the cutest pair of glasses perched on her nose. The moment she looked at him, she smiled. “Hi, Cyrus, and you don’t have to play dumb, we both know you saw me heading here.”
This surprised him. “You know?”
“That you’re helping out with the town’s surveillance, yeah, I know. Also, it helps that I have this thing where I tend to watch everyone.” She frowned. “I probably shouldn’t admit to that.”
This made him smile. “Do you mind if I have a seat?”
“Not at all.”
Damn, he loved that smile.
“I’m glad you stopped by as there was something I wanted to ask you,” Willow said.
He waited as she leaned forward. She licked her lips, tucked some of her hair behind her ear, and then shoved her glasses up into her hair so they laid on her head.
“What did you want to ask?”
“I know your brother got the job before, but I was wondering if it was possible to apply to be the surveillance operator person.”
This surprised him.
“You want to ... observe the town?”
“I took care of my mom for a long time. I think I can do this job, and also, I think I would be quite good at it.” She nibbled her lip. “Unless you think it’s a bad idea?”
“I don’t think it is a bad idea. I mean, I know we’re all taking turns to help out. But I’m sure we’re looking for someone who would be able to take over full-time.”
“Where do I go to apply?” Willow asked. She held up the paper. “This is not exactly helping and there doesn’t seem to be a place for me to apply, so I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be doing.”
“I’ll handle it.”
“You will?” she asked.
“Yeah, but on one condition?”
She tilted her head to the side and looked at him. “What condition?”
****
Willow Evans looked across all of the cameras and made a note that she was never, ever, ever going to pull the panties out of her butt again. There was a lot of security all over town, not that she had a problem with it. She knew all the rumors about the past, and her mother had told her some horror stories about what it was like growing up in Lost Creek before The Reapers took over.
She wasn’t exactly sure who was and wasn’t a Reaper. She had a feeling Cyrus was one, also Daniel who owned the bar, and several other men. Again, she hadn’t been lying when she told Cyrus she observed people. It wasn’t a weird thing she did, but her other job, the one she kept quiet, was as a writer.
Taking care of her mother had been a full-time job, and savings hadn’t exactly lasted long with the ever-increasing medical bills. When her mother was sleeping or having a good day, she would take that time to pour her heart and soul into stories. By some miracle or sheer luck, she had become an author. She was so thankful for the invention of e-books and small publishers. No one in Lost Creek knew she was an erotic romance author, with multiple books in her name.
It made her enough to get by, pay the medical bills, and have some independence. She didn’t need this job, but she wanted it. Not for any other reason than to give back to the town that had helped her through the last decade of her life.
Since she hit twenty, she had lost her father, dealt with her mother’s cancer battle and terminal diagnosis. It had been a hard ten years. The people of Lost Creek had been freaking amazing pillars of strength. If watching the town’s security was what she could do to thank them all, that was what she was going to do.
She looked over the footage, and there was nothing of concern. Just the locals going about their daily lives. Teenage kids sneaking around places they shouldn’t be, making out, and doing teenage things.