Chalk Dirty to Me (Madd CrossFit #3) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Madd CrossFit Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 71497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
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After getting the coffee pot started, I went in search of the cups, finding them above the fridge, which I had to get a stool to access.

Rolling my eyes at the man’s ability to make things difficult, I pulled the pot out and replaced it with one of the cups before filling his cup up.

I did the same with mine, and then replaced the pot, barely spilling a drop from the machine.

After I had two steaming cups in my hands, I walked back to the bedroom to find his face still buried in my pillow.

Walking into the room, I headed to his side of the bed and placed his cup on the nightstand before taking the small space that he left behind his ass and at the edge of the bed.

Bringing the cup to my mouth, I took a small sip, then gasped when he jolted and turned, causing me to spill.

“Ouch!” I cried out, pulling the shirt away from my chest so it couldn’t burn me anymore. “I think you burned my nipple!”

He rumbled out a laugh as he said, “Do you want me to check?”

There was a long, silent pause as I considered his offer.

“I think I’m the one more qualified here,” I admitted sagely. “But if there’s ever an issue with my body that a police officer has more information on… then that’s all yours.”

He snorted and reached for his cup, pulling it around my body and to his mouth before taking a large sip.

Only after he’d made the ‘ahhh’ sound did he look toward me and my shirt.

“I have a shirt on the floor there you can take,” he offered.

I sat my coffee cup down and shucked my t-shirt, reaching for the one on the floor, not once thinking about the fact that I was halfway naked in front of him—panties and a sports bra was half naked, right?

He was silent as he watched me bring the shirt to my face and inhale.

It smelled divine.

However, the large, crusty white stain on the front after I righted it right side out had me discarding it. “Sorry, but I don’t do jizz stains.”

He snorted. “It’s not a jizz stain,” he grumbled. “My cat is just a douchebag and likes to throw up his hairballs on my clothes.” He paused. “You can go get another one of mine off the top of the dryer. They should be clean because he only seems to like my dirty ones to puke on.”

Smiling, I hurried toward his dryer, which I hadn’t seen before, but ended up having no problem finding.

It was in the kitchen in what I thought was the pantry.

It wasn’t a pantry. It was a small closet that was just big enough to fit a small washer and dryer and no more.

I was so focused on finding a shirt since they weren’t on top of the dryer that I didn’t hear the front door open.

I did, for sure, hear it shut, though.

Backing up with a t-shirt in my hand—one straight from the dryer, though that dryer was ice cold—I stared at the door in worry.

Had Will left…

I blinked when I found myself staring at his partner.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she all but barked.

Will came out of the room with my coffee and his in his hands, and only a low-slung pair of sweatpants covering his lower half.

He froze when Brianna made the complete wrong connection.

Brianna’s eyes went from me, with his t-shirt covering the front half of my body, to Will, then down the length of his body, then back to me.

I looked to Will who was all but glaring at Brianna and took in what he was looking like.

He was in those gray sweatpants that were so low that you could see almost the entire waistband of his underwear. His almost curly black hair was messy and wild, as if I’d done nothing but run my fingers through it all night—when I hadn’t even gotten close to it. And his mouth was puffy, but not because I’d been kissing those edible lips, but because he’d been biting them to keep himself from bursting out laughing when I’d spilled my coffee down my front at his abrupt movement earlier.

And then there was his five o’clock shadow.

I could still make out his dimpled chin, but barely.

A couple more hours, and you wouldn’t be able to see it at all.

I looked away from Will to see the twisted look come over Brianna’s face.

I knew the moment she made the decision to be mean, too.

Being me, looking like I looked, I was used to the petty remarks women made. I was also used to the way people used my looks against me as well.

I was pretty, therefore I was either easy or stupid… or both.

I could tell that I was ‘both’ with his partner.


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