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)
He ran a hand over the place where the safe had been. They’d done a good job of extracting it.
“No one uses it except for Bay,” Shane pointed out. “He sometimes puts his sketchbooks in it so none of the perverts around here can see he likes to draw our girlfriend.”
Jeff sighed and shook his head. “Yeah, we’re the perverts.”
“Excuse me?” Trev’s tone went icy.
Jeff’s hands came up. “I was talking about the porn drawings, boss. Sorry. I suppose they’re art.”
He did use the safe sometimes, and yes, it was about the drawings of Brooke. Of course now he kept his sketchbook either with him or in the foreman’s house.
He was damn straight glad it wasn’t in the now-missing safe.
“Why would someone take a safe in a bunkhouse? No one here has anything to steal,” Bay said.
Trev shrugged. “I think it’s going to be a mystery.”
Bay sighed and let it go because he had way bigger fish to fry.
But at least that red spot on his leg was gone, and he was almost sure he wasn’t pregnant by aliens.
Beets for the win. Now he had to figure out a way to keep their girl because he was certain they were both in love with her.
Chapter Ten
“So I was thinking about the set.” Shane held the door open for Brooke, allowing her to go before him. It was late and he’d spent the evening watching the rehearsal and then working on the light board while Brooke finished up her fittings and Bay sat and drew. He had some nice sketches of the cast now. “Everything is on wheels.”
The last few weeks had been damn near perfect except that Brooke was still not talking to her brothers. It apparently had made the shower her sister-in-law had thrown the day before the slightest bit awkward. Well, not any more awkward than Nell protesting it since she was one of the guests of honor and he’d been told all of the babies had been blessed by the beet, as Cass called it. Still, Brooke seemed to be in a good mood, and he couldn’t wait to get her home.
“Yes,” Brooke replied, moving out onto the walkway that ran all the way up Main Street, connecting the stores and restaurants. Though the actual buildings were mostly modern, there was an old-school Western flair to the center of Bliss. The theater was at the end of the street, and the parking lot across the way. It was one of the only parking lots in the town, and at this time of night it was fairly empty with the exception of their truck and a couple of SUVs. The only other lot was on the opposite end of Main behind the Sheriff’s Department.
He hoped that one had better lighting.
The streetlamps had come on, but it looked like the ones in the parking lot were out.
Bay seemed to see the same thing and moved to get in front of Brooke.
Not that anything dangerous would happen in…
He reached for her hand, so she didn’t walk ahead. If there was something going on, he wanted either him or his brother to find out first. But it was most likely a burned-out bulb.
“It’s so they can move the set around quickly during set changes. I think they’re keeping it fairly simple,” Brooke explained. “Kind of like my wardrobe.”
He was fascinated by her and by the job she was doing, and that included the set. He liked the theater, though he hadn’t had many chances to go. In high school the drama class had put on a production of Our Town and he’d gone to every performance since he volunteered to help with the props. He liked the camaraderie of the theater.
He’d kind of liked that no one compared him to Bay there since his brother fell asleep during the performances.
But he’d stayed so Shane didn’t have to walk back to the group home in the dark alone.
He looked up and down the street. It was quiet, with only the lights from Stella’s at the other end and Trio illuminating the night. “I saw they had some artwork on wheels.”
She nodded, her fingers threading through his like they were made to be together. She followed him as they began to cross the street. “Yes. Several of the sets revolve around a drawing room. Originally it takes place in turn-of-the-century Russia. Cleo wants to set it in the modern era with a Western twist. So the location is outside an Army base here in the States, but the house where the three sisters live needs to have touches of their former life in Moscow. Though in this case Denver is substituted. Hence the nice tea set and the artwork. It’s to show a longing for something they lost.”
There was a problem. “The desk hides the wheels well, but the artwork looks like it’s on a chalkboard,” he pointed out.