Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
I realized I was scowling at the phone. I read the next text.
Ransom: Just because Linc has you playing babysitter doesn’t mean you can’t work on your laptop. We need the new labels ordered and the corks we are switching to. The email is backed up too. Handle it.
My brother loved to act as if he owned our family’s whiskey distillery, but that would be Dad. Rolling my eyes, I found Jayda’s contact and shot her a text, asking for game food. She was Linc’s cook and house cleaner.
Luther Levine lived in one wing of the house. Linc, his wife, and their daughter in the other. Luther and Linc had had bought this place together, not thinking either would marry. Then, surprise, Linc’s accidental wife showed up, wanting a divorce so she could get married to someone else, and had a little girl with his eyes. Things had worked out for the best though. Linc was actually happy at times now. “My girls,” as he called them, had become his center. It made him more bearable.
Luther…yeah, no one was marrying his ass. He’d end up fucking their mom, sister, aunt, and niece at the rehearsal dinner. The man might be my hero. Grinning, I stuck my phone back into my pocket and went to grab another handful of berries.
My phone started ringing. While chewing, I got it back out, then held it between my shoulder and ear, still searching for more to eat.
“Yeah,” I said.
“You read the text, and I got no answer,” Gathe replied.
I really needed to turn the Read notification off on my phone.
“I’m busy trying to find food,” I told him, pulling out one of the meals that Jayda had made and put in there with the heating instructions. It looked like something Mexican. This might be good.
“We’ve got a spread here,” he said. “Shame you can’t be here, but then if she’s hot…”
“I’d rather be there with the spread,” I told him instead of answering his question.
“Ah, damn. So, she looks like Baskin,” he replied with a chuckle.
No, she did not.
My text alert went off.
“Wait a minute,” I told him, then looked down at it to see Jayda’s response.
Jayda: I will be there in a few. But only because I’m nosy and I want to see what she looks like.
I rolled my eyes. Of course Jayda had the lowdown on who Montana was. She lived in Linc’s house most of the time. It was hard to keep shit from her. She heard everything. It was the main reason that Linc didn’t want Montana in his house. He didn’t want her to hear anything. That, and he didn’t like the idea of disturbing his wife’s and daughter’s peace. He liked his time with them to be uninterrupted.
Me: Thanks.
“I asked Jayda to bring me some game food,” I told Gathe.
“So, where is she? That cabin isn’t big. Y’all watching the game together?”
“Jayda is at the big house. She’s not here.” I knew that wasn’t who he was talking about. I was being an ass.
“Not Jayda! Baskin’s bastard.”
I glanced back at the closed bedroom door. “She’s closed up in the bedroom. Hopefully not coming out.”
“Ouch. Damn, that bad, huh?” he said.
“Yep,” I replied.
“All right, I’m getting back in there. If she’s not a sex kitten, then this shit is just boring.”
I smirked, closing the door to the refrigerator and heading back over to the sofa. “You have no idea.”
He chuckled, then ended the call.
I dropped my phone on the cushion beside me and propped my feet up on the table.
Linc was right. Gathe would have fucked her. That face of hers would have left him speechless, and her body would have gotten his dick so damn hard that he’d have started salivating. I hadn’t wanted to be stuck with this job before I saw her. Now, I sure as hell didn’t want it.
The game playing got my attention, and I relaxed, drinking my soda, wishing that I’d told Jayda to bring me a beer too. Thinking that was a good idea, I reached for my phone just as the bedroom door opened. Turning my head in that direction was a simple reaction. The sight that walked out was anything but simple. Forget the beer. I needed to request an entire bottle of whiskey.
Her eyes met mine, and earlier, I’d thought her eyes were olive green, but right now, they reminded me more of sea glass. All that long, dark chocolate hair was pulled up into a bun with a few tendrils that hadn’t quite made it hanging in loose curls, and that damn button nose that did the slightest upturn on the end had a scattering of freckles over it that had been covered up earlier with makeup. I tried hard not to look at the mouth. It was her best feature, and that was saying a lot.