Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
That man is not for me and that’s fine. Callum has been on me to start dating again. It hasn’t been something I’ve wanted in my life. Yet, maybe now is the time. If it will help me to stop dreaming of Hunter, then it definitely is. As much as I really don’t want to even think about going on dates, I have to admit I need something to make me stop thinking of Hunter. I mean, he hasn’t tried to see me again since I laid the law down with Torch and Skull. Not once. That should be a good thing. It really should. Yet, to show how much of an idiot I am, I’m actually upset he stopped coming by the garage to see me.
Damn it.
With a sigh, I shuffle into my bathroom. I’m going to keep Hunter out of my mind and concentrate on enjoying my day with my family. I’ll worry about dating and my weird obsession with a man who thought I was a whore and kicked me out of his bed some other day. I refuse to do it today.
It turns out I was right. It did take me all day to get ready. I hate being late, especially when I’m bringing a heck of a lot of food for Slider’s party. I pull into an empty parking spot across from the rented shelter. I shut Amie down, patting her dashboard. God, I love my baby. You might think you can’t have a love affair with your car. You’d be wrong. If you aren’t in love with your chosen vehicle, you have the wrong one. That’s an indisputable fact. I have four vehicles. Two I don’t use that often. I have my old truck that makes me happy to see. I drive it to work every day, but that’s about it. Since I can be at work in ten minutes, that’s not much at all. It’s a 1965 Ford F-100. It’s cream colored on top and cherry red on the bottom. Depending on the light, sometimes it looks like the top is cream and sometimes white. There’s also metal flake in it that makes the truck shine. I have my new truck—a 2025 F-150 with all the bells and whistles. It came in a deep red color that is pretty, but I didn’t paint it, so I can’t say much about it. It barely gets driven unless I’m heading out of town somewhere. It’s four-wheel drive and sometimes you need that here in Kentucky. Then, I have a trike. It’s decked out with a paint job that makes it look as if there’s an American flag covering it and waving in the wind. That took some work and a bunch of airbrushing for that effect. This motorcycle is not mine—although it is. The bike belonged to my father. I had it redone and painted it for him as a surprise Christmas present. He loved his trike. He got a three-wheeler because it was easier for him to drive. Especially once he got older and arthritis had stolen a lot of joy out of his life. When I painted it and had it souped up, he didn’t just love it. I’m not sure there was an adjective invented to say what that bike meant to him. My father spent years in the military. He could be a hard ass. I’ve only seen him cry three times in my life. One of those is when I revealed the bike after I did everything to it. Then, there’s my baby that I’m driving today. I love her so much that I usually drive her everywhere. Amie—named after a Pure Prairie League song—is a 1970 Oldsmobile 442. I love her. She’s a convertible, white soft top, and the body and interior are sea green in color. It’s iridescent in the sunshine. Sometimes, you could swear it’s metallic opal or maybe cream. I redid everything in it from what it held under the hood, to the soft green leather interior with matching white and chrome accents.
After I swore off men, I told my dad that I was just going to marry my car—Dad bought it for me and the two of us rebuilt the engine and shit. He laughed at me and told me I was insane. I was mostly joking. Lately, I’m thinking it’s a good idea. Besides, the other day I read about a guy who married his Darth Vader toaster. So, I figure it wouldn’t be any weirder than that.
“Fuck, Beau.”
I’d been getting out of my car and stretching across the backseat to start getting my food out. I hadn’t realized anyone had come over to me. I freeze and look over my shoulder at Apex and Callum. I frown at Apex. “We’re at a kid’s birthday party. You shouldn’t curse,” I educate him.