Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
With that, Noah walks out of the gym leaving me alone to stew in my thoughts.
42
CARTER
For the past few weeks, I’ve been camped out at the football house and living on the couch in the living room. And yeah, it’s gross as hell. I spend a lot of time trying not to think about the body fluids embedded in the material.
If I’m lucky, I can catch a solid four hours of sleep at night. I didn’t admit it to Noah, but this shit is getting old. I miss my bed. I miss having Daisy wrapped in my arms. It’s the best damn feeling in the world.
This place is worse than a frat house. There are six guys who live here, but I swear there’s at least quadruple that coming and going at all hours. We’re in the middle of the season and these guys are cracking open cold ones every damn night of the week.
Sure, I’ll have a few on the weekends but I’m not one to get shitfaced. Being out of control leaves a bad taste in my mouth. If I need to blow off steam, I’d much rather find a willing female to fuck.
At least, that was my MO in the past.
Daisy and I might not be together but touching another girl feels like cheating.
Last night, I woke up to some random chick straddling my waist. Naked. Which is so not cool. Just because I’ve got a penis, doesn’t mean I don’t get to choose when I use it. This isn’t a damn carnival ride you can hop on and off of.
Alright...Maybe it was in the past, but not anymore.
Now it’s more like a monastery.
A sharp rap on the front door knocks me from my thoughts. Most people don’t bother with such formality. They throw open the door and saunter in. So right there, I’m curious as to who it could be. Owen must feel the same because his brows jerk together as he lumbers into the entryway.
He opens the door and his deep voice rumbles out. “Can I help you?”
There’s a pause.
“I certainly hope so.”
The moment I hear her voice, I shoot off the couch and fly to the door.
Shit.
I wrap my fingers around the wood and yank it all the way open. “Hi.”
Marnie Walker’s eyes soften when she sees me. If I was expecting anger or disgust, there is none. She takes a moment, allowing her gaze to run over my length as if cataloguing that everything is the way it should be.
Owen narrows his eyes, taking in her blue scrubs as he points a beefy finger in her direction. “You’re not from the health department, are you?”
Marnie peers around him until she can look inside the house. Whatever she sees is enough to draw a firm conclusion. “No. But I can understand why you might be worried.”
I jab my elbow into Owen’s side although it’s doubtful he feels anything. Owen is a big motherfucker. He’s muscle on top of muscle, on top of even more muscle. Think King Kong swatting at one of those pesky planes.
That’s Owen in a nutshell.
“Dude,” I roll my eyes. “This is Marnie Walker, Noah’s Mom.”
His stance visibly relaxes. “Oh, right.” He scratches his chin as a smile spreads across his face. “Sorry, Mrs. W. The scrubs threw me for a moment.”
“Don’t worry about it,” she says easily. “Happens all the time.”
“Ahhh, are you looking for Noah?” Owen’s brow furrows. “’Cause he’s not here.”
“No, I’m actually here to speak with Carter.” She clears her throat as her gaze falls on me. “Do you have a few minutes to talk?”
Some of my happiness at seeing her drains away. I can only imagine what Marnie wants to discuss. Maybe she wants to reconfirm that Daisy and I aren’t getting back together.
As much as I dread this conversation, I give her a tight nod. “Sure.” I glance behind me at the living room and contemplate the options. There are beer cans strewn across the coffee table.
Wait a minute…what the hell is that?
I narrow my eyes.
Is that a thong on the chair?
Shit. That’s definitely a thong.
Nope. I can’t invite her inside. Plus, it’s highly doubtful she’d want to sit on the furniture. Most of the time, I feel like I need to hose myself off with Lysol after I get up.
Decision made, I slip through the door past Owen onto the porch. “There’s a park about a block away, do you want to go there?”
The edges of her lips curl up as if she knows why I’m making the suggestion. “Sure, that works.”
I glance at Owen. If he thinks it’s odd that I’m taking off with Noah’s mother, he doesn’t say a word. Which is for the best. Owen might outweigh me by a good fifty pounds, but I’ll kick his ass if he makes one inappropriate comment about Marnie Walker.