Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Had to make the delivery of whiskey. Dad has some other shit going on. I offered since, one, I wanted to see my sister, and, two, our brother is so far up Montana’s ass that he can’t be too far removed from her or he acts like he needs to be admitted to the psych ward.”
That disgusted me, and it was clear in the tone of my voice. Not that I didn’t like Montana. I did. But damn if a woman was going to make me act like a fool. Ever.
Opal’s eyes danced with excitement; she didn’t agree with my take on things. “I can’t wait to meet her. The idea that a female could hook one of the Carver men is just mind-blowing. I didn’t think any of you would ever settle down. That includes Dad. I love him, but I am aware he’s a whore.”
I scowled. “You are one to talk. When was the last time your ass dated anyone more than once or twice?”
She shrugged, then bit back a small grin. “I have a secret. I mean, not about a man, but kinda, maybe potentially, but that’s not the secret.”
Shit. Not her too. Was I going to be the only sibling with fucking brains?
“I’m listening,” I told her.
I followed her down the steps that led into the wide-open living area with her white leather sofas that also had the aqua-blue color mixed with other bright colors on throw pillows that were perfectly placed, as if she were set up for a photo shoot.
Opal had always been a perfectionist.
She stopped at the sofa and plopped down on it with a happy sigh before crossing her legs and waiting for me to take a seat. “Oh, do you want a drink? The bar is well stocked.”
“I do, but first tell me about this man.” Because I needed to do some research on him. Check him out. Make sure he got to live.
She shook her head. “The secret isn’t about a man. He’s just in the mix. Anyway, I wrote a book. It’s fiction, a thriller; there is some romance in it, but it’s more of a twisted relationship. All set in the wealth and power of Washington, DC.” She wiggled her brows at me.
“Wait, you can write?” I asked, confused.
She tilted her head and cocked one pale blonde eyebrow at me. “Yes, I can. Well enough, in fact, that a publisher wants to publish it. A big publisher. In New York. They are going to give me an advance on it too.”
“Do you even read?” I mean, didn’t one need to read a book to write one? I was sure that Noa had said something once about that.
“I started reading in high school, thank you very much.”
“Huh. Didn’t know that.”
She rolled her eyes. “Anyway, the editor who my agent sent the book to and who wants it is a guy. An attractive, intellectual kind. Nothing like the dicks I work with who are full of shit. I want nothing to do with a man in politics. I know too much. And tonight, I am having drinks and dinner with him at one of the best clubs in the city. He wants to introduce me to one of their biggest authors. She’s romance and …” Opal paused and scrunched her nose, looking unimpressed. “He’s warned me that she’s a bitch. Very demanding. The diva sort, but she’s been successful with them, and his boss told him to take the two of us to dinner. I feel bad for him. Having to deal with her. And I don’t want to have dinner with her, but I do want to have dinner with him.” She shrugged. “So, I’m going.”
“The one night I’m here, and you’re ditching me for a guy and a bitch?” I asked, slightly disappointed. It wasn’t often I got to spend time with my sister.
“No, I texted Arden, my editor,” she added with a small glint of excitement in her eyes, “and told him you’d stopped by for a surprise visit. He wants to meet you too.”
As much as I didn’t want to go to dinner with some diva bitch and strangers in general, I did want to meet this man. The more I got out of him, the more I’d be able to research him. I needed to have a thorough background check on the man once I had his last name. If he was using my sister in any form, he’d be taken care of. But she knew that, and she was taking me to meet him anyway. So, she might have done her own checking up on him. She was a Carver after all. Just because she didn’t have a dick didn’t mean she wasn’t one of us. In fact, she might be the most lethal of us all. She had the beauty to distract a man before she struck.