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)
“I also sent you two other things. I’ll get you an appointment to go look at it today.” He hung up.
I shook my head, used to Apollo’s abrupt hang ups.
I glanced at the desk at the stack of shit that needed my attention and ignored it to go back outside.
The heat blasted me in the face, and the sweat that’d started to cool on my skin instantly went hot and clammy again.
“Yo,” a customer called out to me. “You got anywhere around here that you can get a cup of joe?”
“There’s a coffee place across the street, but I don’t recommend it to customers because the owner is a bit psycho. She doesn’t like when my customers come over there,” I answered.
Didn’t like was an understatement. She hated when they came over. Hated even more that the only reason they were there was because of me.
“I’ll give it a try anyway.” He looked across the street at the small coffee shop, then stepped toward it in determination.
I left him to his own devices and went back to the car I’d been working on for a customer.
I was the only one left, and the customer that’d just walked into his own doom had been waiting on me to fix the car for him for hours.
The only problem was, the moron had tried to fix it himself first, so now I had to take the carburetor apart and refix it, while also trying to figure out what he’d fucked up along the way.
It was taking longer than anticipated, and we were both ready to get out of here.
A grin spread across my face when an hour later Chevy, Cakes, Copper, Cutter, and Gunner rolled into the lot.
“Hello, boys,” I drawled when they were close enough.
All of them reached into their pockets for their phones. “Look at them.”
I frowned as I looked at their phones. All of them had photos of their women on them except for Gunner and Cakes. Cakes had a picture of Aella, who was wearing a party hat that said ‘Happy 40th.’
Gunner had a picture of Jasper, who looked bemused and a little bit strained.
“Who’s forty?” I asked.
“Jasper.” Cakes grinned. “Forgot it was his birthday soon. The girls didn’t, though.”
“I’m glad that they were there to help him celebrate. How’s he feeling?”
Before anyone could answer, the customer whose car I was working on came storming back over, his eyes crazy.
“You weren’t fucking lying, man,” he said as he walked right up to us. “She’s…”
“I told you not to send your customers to my store!” Lauralee screeched from across the street. “I don’t want them spying on me!”
I sighed, shaking my head.
“I didn’t send them over there, lady,” I called back. “Just take the nine dollars for a damn cup of coffee and be happy you have a customer at all.”
Lauralee threw her hands up and stormed back into her shop.
The customer looked at me and said, “She was ranting and raving about how you were engaged to be engaged, and you broke it off with her when she got ‘clingy.’”
I groaned, my head falling back on my shoulders and my eyes staring blindly at the sun for way too long to be considered safe.
Jesus Christ.
How did I always attract these crazy women?
Reign—Copper’s once friend—truly psychotic to the point where she nearly killed Copper and his ol’ lady, Baker. Not that we’d been dating or anything, but I’d felt awful about her situation and had fallen for her poor, pitiful me act hook, line, and sinker.
Then there was Lauralee, the woman that I’d gone on a date with a whole two times before she’d picked out a wedding venue, how many kids we’d have, and the backyard dog breed that she would get from her favorite puppy mill. Though, just sayin’, that was one of the things that turned me off of her on the second date was her lack of knowledge and understanding of why the dogs sold at Walmart in the parking lot were such a bad thing.
It wasn’t that I was a crazy animal lover. I wasn’t. I liked dogs and all, but dogs had never been my favorite thing in the world—or cats for that matter. But I fuckin’ hated the fact that some of the people in this world didn’t know that backyard dog breeders, even ones that were purebred, were slowly adding to the already out-of-control pet population.
When I’d pointed out to her that not only was I not interested in marrying her ever, and I thought she should do a little research on where her Pomshit mixed breed dog came from, she’d lost her ever-loving mind.
That was how our hate-hate relationship had been born, and it hadn’t gotten better in years.
My first and worst crazy person had been Elizabeth, and let’s just say, no one could top my ex-wife. No one.