When We Break (The Blackwells of Montana #2) Read Online Kristen Proby

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Blackwells of Montana Series by Kristen Proby
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 97724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
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“I was afraid you’d come to your senses this morning and decide I’m not worth the trouble.”

“You’re worth a whole lot of trouble.” That makes her chuckle, which is what I wanted. “But what you shared with me last night isn’t trouble, sweetheart. It’s simple honesty.”

“Okay.” She rubs my beard in that way that makes my cock sit up and beg.

“Are you hungry?” I ask.

“I’m always hungry in the morning.” She pulls back far enough to smile at me.

“Fuck me, you’re beautiful,” I whisper before brushing my lips across hers. “It’s a punch in the gut every time you look at me.”

“You say lovely things, Beckett Blackwell.”

“Just being honest. Now, let me take you to breakfast before I haul you off to bed because we’re not doing that on this date.”

My cock is not in favor of that declaration, but I’m not going to rush this with her and fuck everything up.

I can be patient. I can earn her trust.

An hour later, after Skyla changed clothes and gave me a toothbrush to use, the three of us walk into Kay’s Diner and are shown to a booth by the windows.

Kay’s is newer to town and is a typical 1950s-style diner with old rock-and-roll decor, black-and-white-checked floors, and red vinyl seats. There’s even a jukebox that’s always pumping out music. Today, it seems to be an old Prince song.

It’s fun, and breakfast here is delicious.

“Have you had the crepes here?” Skyla asks me as she dances in her seat.

“No, ma’am. Are they a must try?”

“If you enjoy crepes, you’ll like these,” she says, and when the server comes around to take our order, I go for the crepes.

Skyla orders bacon and eggs.

“No crepes for you?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

“I admit, I have a plan.” She grins and leans forward as if she’s going to tell me a secret. “You ordered them, so I can have a bite of yours and eat something else as well. Best of both worlds.”

“And if I don’t want to share?”

She bats those eyelashes at me and bites her lower lip—and yes, I’d give this woman anything she wanted. Crepes. A car. A kidney.

She wants it, she gets it.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll share my crepes.”

“That was simple.” She twists her legs up under her and sips the coffee that the server just dropped off for us. “I’ll share my bacon with you.”

“I’ll let you.”

“Do you have chickens on your farm?”

“About a dozen or so, yeah.”

“And do they produce eggs for you?”

“Plenty. If you ever want some, let me know.”

“I absolutely want some. Farm-fresh eggs are the best.”

“When are you free to come out? You can choose your own eggs and anything else you want.”

“I can shop right on the farm?” Her eyes light up at the idea, and I feel like I just won an award or something. “I’ll take you up on that. Let’s see, I have classes this afternoon, and I’m sure you have plenty of work to catch up on since I’ve monopolized the better part of the past twenty-four hours.”

Worth it.

“What about tomorrow?” she asks. “Is that too soon?”

“It’s not too soon. Will Riley be okay around the animals?”

Skyla nods and sits back as our food is delivered. “Yes, he’s well trained and will listen to any command I give him. He’ll be curious, but he won’t attack any of the animals. If you’d rather I leave him at home, though, I will.”

I frown over at her. “But you always take him with you.”

“It’s true that I do always have him with me, but …” She shrugs and reaches over to take a bite of my crepe, and it makes me grin. Fuck yes, I’ll share my breakfast with her. “I think I’m safe with you out at the farm.”

“You’re safe with me anywhere, Irish.” When she holds her bacon up and offers me a bite, I take it and wink at her. “But Riley isn’t a problem, so if you want him on the ranch, he’s welcome.”

“I’ll decide tomorrow, then.” She scoops some eggs onto a piece of toast and takes a bite. I love her appetite. She’s not afraid to eat. “What do you have to do today? I’m curious.”

“I’ll take over the afternoon milking and feeding,” I reply, thinking it over. “I need to check on the rentals. I’ll probably saddle up a horse and check some fence line to make sure nothing needs to be mended or replaced. There’s always a list of chores that needs to get done.”

“And what time do you typically start in the morning?”

I offer her the last bite of crepe, and she accepts it, popping it in her mouth with a happy sigh.

“Around five,” I reply. She chokes on her food, then reaches for a glass of water. “Not a morning person?”

“Five? Ugh, that’s early. I used to start dance practice at seven, so I’d be up at six, and it felt like I was being punished for something I’d done in a past life.”


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