Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
“You look happy,” Kristin said.
“I am.”
“I will pay you for that today,” Kristin said.
She held her hand up. “No, don’t worry about it.”
“But there is something I would like to talk to you about. How would you feel about working here part-time?”
This surprised her. “I don’t do hair.” Maeve could do hair. She’d taken all the classes, and it was part of what she did, but it wasn’t the fun part.
“No, not hair. There has been more call for makeup, creating certain looks around prom and special occasions, and it is the one service I can’t seem to keep a good makeup artist. They mess up and have gotten bad reviews. I know you’re a busy woman, and I know you do amazing work. I’ve seen what you’re like at all the fairs.”
“Thank you,” Maeve said.
“I know it’s a lot to take in right now. You’ve got your whole career, and this is just a small town, but think about it.”
Maeve agreed to think about it, and she left the shop a little taken aback. Her life was incredibly busy, or at least it had been with work. She never wanted to give up her clients, but her work had started to lose its hold on her. The fun had stopped.
Life had become all about work, and as she made her way back toward her and Eden’s home, she couldn’t help but think about their parents. They rarely saw them. They could go days where all that was left was a note from them. That sucked more than she cared to admit.
She loved her parents, but the saddest part about their death was, her and Eden’s lives had been no different when they were alive. All that changed were the notes. She tried to hide that from Eden.
But work had taken over her life, and that was all she did—work, work, work, work—and it didn’t stop. It was why her cell phone was switched off. The only people to call her or text were from work.
****
Doc was pissed off.
The Bratva had decided to move in, and they discovered the insignia of them on a pocket of white powder being pushed around the fucking strip club. A couple of the women that worked for them were already hooked on the stuff. He got them sent to rehab, did a full sweep of the strip club, and removed all temptation. The women that didn’t take it had no clue how the other women had gotten it.
The past week, he’d killed their lead drugmaker and torched their warehouse where they were creating that shit. He was not going to let them get away. However, there was someone in town that helped them, and he knew it wasn’t going to be Sheriff Hayes. Sheriff Hayes didn’t have any fucking idea who it could be attempting to sell drugs in town. So once again, the club was on its own. He was getting tired of carrying the sheriff.
He wondered if Sheriff Hayes would get off his ass and do some actual work, if he got all the boys to step away. It was time for it to happen, and that was what he did. He called all the boys back for a church meeting, and commanded all of them to step down until further notice. No one was to do anything Sheriff Hayes wanted. No one responded to their call. They were no longer doing their jobs for them.
All the boys agreed, and as Doc left his office, he stopped to see Razor and Eden sitting together on one of the couches. If they were at the club, that meant Maeve was home alone.
He didn’t say a word as he left the clubhouse. Climbing onto his bike, he took off, breaking every fucking speed limit there was to get to town. It wasn’t like Sheriff Hayes and his group were going to help. Doc had no doubt the good sheriff would come back to him, probably with his tail between his legs, sobbing and begging for help, but he wasn’t interested.
Arriving at Maeve’s home, he parked the bike and went to knock on the door. He waited only a few seconds before Maeve opened the door. She looked so fucking sexy, in that nasty, old, too-many-times-washed crop top, and this time a pair of shorts. Her long hair was pulled back into a messy bun at the base of her neck, and she looked so sexy. No makeup, and a carton of ice cream in her hand.
He’d quickly come to realize that ice cream was his woman’s comfort food, and she was having a hard time dealing with Eden and Razor. She was not going to admit it, but it was there, bubbling beneath the surface.
He cupped her face and kissed her, tasting the chocolate ice cream on her lips.