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)
Fine. Whatever. I didn’t care what he thought about me.
“They suffocate me.” There, I’d said it.
His annoyed expression turned into a confused one. “You’re aware that bras go on tits, not your face, right?”
The sarcasm dripping from his tone made my hand itch to slap him.
“Yes,” I replied through clenched teeth. “I just feel like I can’t breathe when I wear one. I’ve never been able to wear one.”
“Did you think to loosen it up? They have adjustments on the damn things.”
Of course I’d thought to loosen it up. I spent hours crying over it because I was embarrassed of my boobs in middle school and wanted to wear a bra. Momma tried every style and loosened them so much that they basically hung on my body, but I still couldn’t wear them. Finally, she’d given up, and I’d worn baggy shirts until high school, when I got over it.
“I’ve tried that,” I snapped at him. “What is the problem anyway? Why do you care if I wear one or not? I didn’t tell you to put on your shirt!”
He didn’t say anything to that, and we glared at each other for a moment before he turned and went up the stairs, slung open the door with more force than necessary, and stalked into the cabin. Surprised by his irritated display, I slowly followed behind him so I could get my purse.
I glanced at him from the corner of my eye as I passed the sofa, where he was pulling a shirt out of a duffel bag. When his gaze swung over to me, I snapped mine straight ahead and hurried into the bedroom.
He was angry about a bra. Why?
Confused about the entire thing, I used the bathroom, washed my hands, and ran a brush through my hair before going to get my purse and making sure I had enough cash in there to cover the supplies on the list that Than had. Most of my money was hidden inside the liner of the largest suitcase.
Staring back at the closed door, I wondered if he was calmed down now.
I was starting to wish Linc would trade out Than for Gathe. He sure was nicer, although I was aware he was interested in me. That would be a little tricky, being stuck in this cabin with him. He’d eventually make a move, and I wasn’t having sex with a guy who was also friends with Jericho. I was curious as to how they were all related or connected. They’d not said anything about that. It wasn’t like I could ask Than. I’d probably get yelled at.
This would get easier Monday. I’d be at school during the day, and our time together would be shortened. It was the weekends that would be hard.
I walked to the door reluctantly, but knew the longer I stayed in here, the moodier he’d likely get.
When I opened the door, Than was standing by the front door, looking at his phone. He lifted his head and scanned my body, and his scowl deepened. I guessed he’d been hoping I was changing or putting on a bra. I did own one. I’d worn it twice for a limited amount of time. I wasn’t going to wear it because he’d told me to. He’d have to get over it.
He grabbed the doorknob, and once again, he slung the door open and headed outside.
“This should be fun,” I muttered as I went behind him.
Than was almost to his truck when he barked at me to close the door, as if I had planned to leave it open. I wasn’t an idiot. Rolling my eyes, I didn’t tell him I had.
He turned around then and saw I was only a few feet behind him and the door had been closed already. I gave him a sarcastic smile.
Jackass.
Nine
Than
I’d expected Montana to take a lot more time getting the things on her list. But she chose things rather quickly, and we were at the checkout counter within thirty minutes. It had been a silent event. My mood was shitty, and my eyes had a hard time looking somewhere other than at her, which continued to darken my temper.
The guy ringing up her stuff kept taking peeks at her face, then her tits. When he finally gave her the total, she opened her purse. I held out the credit card, which Linc had given me to cover her expenses, to the guy. He took it, giving me a nervous smile as he paled slightly from the scowl on my face.
Montana spun around and glared up at me. “What are you doing?” she asked accusingly, as if I’d wronged her by paying for her school shit.
“Paying so we can leave,” I drawled.
She put a hand on her hip and straightened her shoulders even more as she narrowed her eyes. “I have money.”