Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Eden sighed. “So, I could have been the problem?”
Martha shook her head. “Why does anyone have to be the problem? Be thankful, honey. Do you think every man and woman can get over a cheating person so easily?”
Eden shrugged.
“You dodged a bullet with that one.”
“Razor’s still part of the same club, though.”
“But he’s not the same man. You are going to have to trust me with this one.” Martha patted her on the shoulder, and there was no time to talk about it further.
Razor was a different man. In the few times they had been together, he gave her butterflies. She was never nervous about him, and he always looked at her like he truly saw her. She loved looking into his deep blue eyes, and it was strange, but it was like he wasn’t lying to her.
Shaking her head to try and stay focused on the job at hand, she served customers. She moved from the bookstore to a food truck, and then back to the handmade goods.
It took several hours before the crowds started to thin. There were parents and kids, full extended families, and then it felt like there were only adults.
The shopping ended, and more people were interested in the food and the fair than the gift shops, and it was time to close and pack up. She helped Martha get everything loaded into the back of her car. There was not a lot to take back. This event was a three-day affair. They would be back tomorrow with more.
Once she had finished helping with the handmade goods, she made her way over to where her sister was talking with another man in a leather jacket. Eden recognized him as Doc, the leader of the Chaos Monsters MC. The moment Maeve saw her, she waved and made her way over.
“This is my sister,” Maeve said.
“I know who she is. How are you doing, Eden?” he asked.
“I’m good. You?”
He nodded his head. Doc had never been a man of many words, and she turned toward her sister, offering her a smile.
“Is everything okay? You need help packing up?”
“I’m pretty much done. Hopefully, tomorrow is not as busy.” Maeve stretched her neck from side to side.
“The kids were eating out of the palm of your hand,” Doc said.
Maeve beamed. “Well, I aim to please.” She gave a little bow, then stood. “I am beat. Are you ready to head home?”
Eden opened her mouth and then closed it, because Mac made his way over, silencing any response.
“Can I talk to you?” Mac asked.
Maeve’s eyes had gone deadly. She looked like she wanted to kick him in the balls and not stop.
“It’s fine,” Eden said. “Razor’s coming to get me, and we’re going to stick around the fair a little longer.”
“Let me help you with your bags,” Doc said.
Maeve smiled at him, but her sister’s glare was directed at Mac. She held two fingers to her own eyes and then pointed them out at Mac before moving on with her bags.
Eden licked her dry lips, turned to look at Mac, and she felt absolutely nothing. There was no sadness, no anger, just a blank feeling. Did this truly mean he meant nothing to her all this time? She didn’t know if that was a good thing.
She’d been upset on Valentine’s Day, but unlike her sister who would have jumped out and started beating down on the two, she stayed silent in the bathroom, hoping they would leave or give her some way to make her escape. Razor had been the one to help her.
“What’s up?” she asked.
“What’s up? That’s all you’ve got to say to me?”
He sounded hurt and Eden looked him in the eye. “What do you want me to say?”
“Look, I know I fucked up, and I know you seem to be seeing Razor now.”
“That’s none of your business.”
“I just ... it meant nothing.”
She frowned. “Okay.”
“Damn it, Eden, you’re not even listening to me.”
“I am listening to you, Mac, but here’s the thing, I don’t care. I had to learn today that yours and Hilary’s little sexcapade, or whatever it was, was known by most of the town, if not all of it. I know she wasn’t the only woman you’ve slept with. I also know you don’t care. Why did you even date me?” she asked.
Mac stared at her. There was no answer.
She couldn’t help laughing.
“You don’t even have a clue why you dated me?” she asked.
“You’re a lot of fun, and you’re cute, and you’re funny—”
“Name one thing I like,” she said.
“Come on, that’s easy.”
“If it’s so easy, name one. Come on, we dated for a year and a half. You must have remembered something I like.” For their one and only Christmas together, he’d given her a tea collection. She hated tea.
“Tea, you like tea,” he said.