Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
She was bent over the front of her shitty car, and all I saw were long legs for days.
Her ass was high in the air, covered in the shortest pair of shorts that she likely owned. Which had me wondering if she did this to me on purpose.
If she knew what she was wearing killed me.
I couldn’t see her top half because she was bent into the top of her car, but the bottom half.
My god.
Even the old, ratty tennis shoes didn’t detract from her outfit.
Fuck, those tanned, toned thighs went on for days.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
Hush laughed. “Thought you might say that. Wait until you see the top.”
Right then, she stood up and had the remains of her old timing belt in her hand, and she was inspecting it.
I got the good look of her top half, and my tongue nearly rolled out of my mouth.
“Fuck,” I repeated.
She was wearing a cutoff shirt.
Normally, the cutoff shirt wouldn’t be a big deal.
I’d only see a sliver of skin.
But this time it wasn’t just the sliver of skin that I could see.
The sleeves of her shirt were cut off, and most of her bra could be seen through the gaping holes the sleeve cutting left behind. Her bra had cut-outs in it, dotting even more tanned, beautiful skin.
“Jesus Christ,” I said as I took in the whole package.
Even with her hair haphazardly piled on top of her head in a messy bun, no makeup, and grease all over her, it didn’t detract from her beauty.
She was gorgeous and breathtaking.
“You should go for it.”
I glanced at Hush, who had yet another donut in his hand. “What do you mean?”
“Webber, don’t play dumb,” he said. “We all know you want her. We all know why you started dating that bitch, Devney. I also follow the police band and know that cops were called out to your place because of a domestic dispute last night, which I suspect was you breaking up with her finally and her throwing a fit.”
I snorted.
“She’s not going to stay single long,” he pointed out. “She’s a great girl and isn’t scared of our life and our lifestyle. Ask yourself, how bad would it fucking hurt to see her with another man? Having his babies. Holding someone else.”
That didn’t just cut, it killed.
“Where’d you get the donuts?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
Hush smiled. “Our girl.”
I growled, took two donuts, and walked toward the woman that was taking up way too much space in my thoughts.
I came to a stop next to the side of the peeling red Grand Am and leaned my hip against her car.
I watched, enraptured, as she deftly fit the new belt into the pulleys.
“You need any help?” I rasped.
Her shoulder muscles were pulling and bunching as she grumbled under her breath, and I watched her struggle for a few seconds longer before I bent down and helped her reach the part of the belt that she’d been struggling with.
She breathed a sigh of relief when it was in place, then looked up at me. “Thanks.”
“You need any help?” I repeated.
“Uh.” She looked at the work she had left to complete, then said, “Well, kind of. I guess. I told your daughter that I would go to the four o’clock class today at Jiu Jitsu, thinking that I’d get it done in time. But then I realized they sent me the wrong belt, so I had to call them and get them to bring me another one. But then they took four years to get it here. But she also said that she’d be okay waiting for another day. But she seemed really excited to do it today when I called her about an hour ago…”
“Jiu Jitsu?” I asked.
“Yeah, didn’t you give her permission to do that?”
“Well, yeah,” I said. “But I didn’t know you did it.”
“I started it when I could afford to pay for the classes about two years ago,” she answered. “I love it.”
I loved Jiu Jitsu, too.
That was why I recommended it to my daughter.
Though, I hadn’t realized that Eedie was going off participating in classes.
“I wanted her to go to my friend’s gym,” I said.
“Which one?” she asked, standing up and leaning a hip against her car.
“Slow Roll next to that cookie place,” I said. “It’s…”
“That’s my gym.” She beamed. “That’s the one I told Eedie to go to.”
“My gym, too,” I muttered. “You’re Castle’s second prodigy?”
Castle, the owner of Slow Roll, had been talking about his second prodigy for a while.
He thought the girl—though he’d never given me her name—had been the best there ever was. He’d talked about her a lot and said how much potential she had.
She’d zoomed through all his classes, and had the chance to go pro if it hadn’t been for her lack of desire to go pro.