Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“If there is anything else you need to pick up, we can stop and get it too.”
I was sure what he was saying was important, but the tattoo on his left biceps that spread down to the top part of his lower arm had my attention. That and the arm itself. Did he lift weights?
“Montana.” He said my name, and I swung my gaze up to meet his, and the scowl on his face was enough to snap me out of the trance his body had put me in.
What had he said? Stupid, muscular arms. Ugh. Why hadn’t he put his shirt back on?
“Do you need to get anything else while we’re out?” he asked in a tight voice.
I started to shake my head and stopped. I was almost out of my face wash and toothpaste. “I, uh, yeah. I need a couple of things.”
“All right, let’s go. We can grab lunch somewhere while we’re out.”
He began walking, and I followed, not trying to keep up with his long strides. I watched his back muscles flex with each step he took. There was also a tattoo on the back of his right shoulder. I studied it to keep from admiring the rest of him. It looked like the Joker but as a skull with a flame behind him. The coloring was gorgeous, even if the smile on the skull was creepy. My gaze drifted down his back as it narrowed from wide shoulders. I sucked in a breath and blew it out at the sight of the Apollo dimples just above the jeans that sat low on his hips.
SHIRT! Put on your SHIRT! I mentally screamed at him.
Why was I attracted to him only? Gathe was gorgeous. He had almost platinum-blond hair that was a touch on the long side and seemed to want to curl some at the ends. He reminded me of a surfer. A deep golden tan and light-blue—or were they green?—eyes. I hadn’t spent that much time looking at him. My attention had been on Than, even when I wasn’t watching him.
Did I have a thing for guys who hated me and I didn’t know it until now? Than was the first guy to dislike me. Maybe that was it. Jericho had screwed me up and given me some warped daddy issues. Now, apparently, I was into guys who didn’t want anything to do with me because that was how my father treated me.
A cell phone rang, and Than pulled it out of his pocket, then lifted it to his ear.
“Yeah?” was his greeting. “Can’t tonight, darlin’,” he said.
My ears perked up. He’d called someone darlin’.
His deep chuckle made a shiver run through me.
“I’m sure you would, but it’s work. Not available tonight,” he drawled.
My thoughts turned sour as I imagined the things she was telling him she would do. Did he have a girlfriend? I’d not heard him talk to her before now. Wouldn’t she have known what he was doing?
“Soon as I can escape, I’ll take you up on that.”
He could escape whenever he wanted to! I wouldn’t stop him.
Another chuckle, and I hated that my body reacted to the sound. Damn him and my traitorous body.
“Later tonight, why don’t you FaceTime me and show me just how you do that?” His voice dropped to a husky, sexy sound that made my stupid nipples draw up tight.
I would not think about what she was going to show him, and I needed to remember to put my AirPods in and turn up the volume on my audiobook when I went to the bedroom this evening.
He said something too low for me to hear, then ended the call and slipped the phone back into his jeans pocket. I managed not to stare at his back the rest of the way, but let my gaze drift over the landscape. Once we reached the cabin, he glanced back at me for the first time.
“You going to change?” he asked.
I looked down at my clothes and shook my head, lifting my eyes back to his. “No.”
His jaw tightened like he was clenching his teeth.
Was something wrong with my outfit? We were going to buy school supplies. Why would I need to change?
“Do you own a bra?” he asked in a clipped tone.
Crap. Had he seen my nipples at the stables?
I nodded. “Yes, but I hate wearing bras,” I admitted.
His brows drew together. “Why? You enjoy the attention it gets when you don’t?”
The mocking in his tone pissed me off. I was getting really tired of his bullshit.
Placing a hand on my hip, I narrowed my eyes. “No. They…” I paused because as angry as I was, admitting this was kind of embarrassing.
He raised his eyebrows, as if to tell me he was waiting for my reason and to get on with it.