Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 133878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Cleo held a hand up. “I am a director, Sawyer. I am used to corralling a bunch of artists and getting them where they need to be. Besides, we’re all staying out at the Movie Motel. Val is in my room, and the boys have the one next to us.”
Brooke winced. “Are you still driving the Fiat?”
Cleo nodded. “Yeah, but Val can sit on Dave’s lap. We can squeeze in.”
Bay held up a hand. “Uhm, be careful about that. The sheriff is on a rampage, and by rampage I mean he’s writing tickets right and left because he needs a new chair and he wants one of those massagers. The last one broke, and I do not want to know how. I got a ticket for jaywalking, which apparently is a real thing, and I got a lecture on protecting my vertebrae because they go bad or something.”
Shane had never been happier to report a sighting of a law enforcement professional. “One of the deputies is parked at the base of the mountain.”
Cleo sighed. “Maybe we’re going to need that ride, Sawyer.”
“I am not making Wyatt come down here and drive me home. He’s probably already in bed.” Brooke looked to Sawyer. “Can they drive safely or should I take their truck and run?”
And that was why they’d sat here nursing beers when they should have been getting drunk off their asses and proving what cowboys they were.
He didn’t want to be a cowboy tonight. He wanted to serve her in some way.
He was making himself nauseous. If his brother said those words to him, he would punch him and ask him if Doc took his dick like he’d taken Max Harper’s balls.
But it was still true. He wanted to take her home and make sure she got in okay, and he would ask if she wanted to have lunch with them. He would be polite. He would take it slow.
“They’ve been nursing two whole beers all night,” Sawyer confirmed. “They’ve done nothing but stare at you like the creepers they are.”
Asshole. He felt his skin flush and hoped he hadn’t gone totally red.
Brooke’s lips curled up as if she had them right where she wanted them. Not a hint of fear or disgust in her eyes. Nope. She looked like a cat who knew she was going to get all the cream she wanted.
And didn’t that make his cock tighten.
“But then you spent most of the night telling the two single women in here that they have chlamydia,” Sawyer continued. “Think I didn’t hear that? So like get a room. You’re all capable of consent and to drive. Spare the rest of us and get it out of your systems.”
Cleo laughed. “I missed you, Sawyer. You are every bit the asshole you were in high school. Never change, my friend. Let’s go. Brooke, I’ll see you at the theater tomorrow.” She looked Shane and Bay over before turning back to Brooke. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. But you should know I would do a lot.”
She winked and gave Brooke a hug.
“I don’t have chlamydia.” Bay leaned over and whispered as though there weren’t a bunch of people watching him. “Do you? You didn’t say anything.”
Shane slid out of the booth. “No one has chlamydia. She’s being a territorial chick. She didn’t want those women hitting on us. She wanted to keep her options open.”
“Did not,” Brooke protested. “I was being mean. You’re not nice to my brother.”
Sawyer snorted. “Then everyone has chlamydia, Brooke. Girl, don’t do this. Say what you want, take it, and get it out of your system. No one will think less of you.”
Shane didn’t like how that sounded. He didn’t want to be out of her system. He hadn’t known he was in it. Shouldn’t he have enjoyed that more?
Brooke frowned and crossed her arms under her breasts, which only made them more prominent. “Well, let’s go then. We need to take the back way onto the property. The lights could wake the kids up, and I don’t want to be the reason three kids climb into my brothers’ bed tonight.”
She started walking for the door.
Bay looked at him as he slid out of the booth. “It’s a good thing she thinks we have an STI?”
His brother could miss the point from time to time. It was the whole genius-artist thing. Sometimes he checked to make sure Bay still had both his ears. He’d decided if he had one job in life it was to ensure Bay went to his grave with both ears intact. “No. She didn’t want those women hitting on us. Now we need to treat her like a lady. Go and open the door for her. We should have some interesting conversation because I’m fairly certain she views us as two himbo cowpokes without a brain to share between us. Show her we’re smarter than she thinks.”