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)
Fuck knew Baskin had left a pile of victims in his wake.
A knock at the door meant food was here. Leaving her phone on the coffee table, I got up to go get whatever deliciousness Jayda was bringing us. And then maybe entice Montana out of her room with it. Or not. It was better if she stayed in there, away from me.
However, when I jerked the door open, it was Gathe holding the bag that Jayda always brought the food in with a wide-ass grin.
“Dinnertime,” he said as he walked past me and into the cabin.
His gaze scanned the place, then stopped on the bedroom door before he turned to me. “She doing homework?”
I shrugged. “No clue.”
He set the bag down on the counter. “How long has she been in there?”
“Since she got back,” I said, annoyed that he was still standing there and hadn’t left yet. “Thanks for bringing the food.”
I left the cabin door open for him to walk out of, but he wasn’t going toward it. Instead, he was heading toward the bedroom door.
I opened my mouth to ask what he was doing when he lifted his hand and knocked on the door.
“Montana,” he called out, “come out and eat with us.”
“She’ll eat when she’s ready,” I told him, not masking my annoyance that he was here.
He ignored me and stood at the door for her to open it.
“Are you going to stand there until she comes out?” I snapped.
He glanced back at me. “She’s hiding from you. Not me.”
The door opened behind him, and there she was. Her hair was damp from the shower. Locks fell over her bare shoulders since, God help me, she was wearing a tank top. With a pair of tiny little pajama shorts to match. She glanced over at me, then back to Gathe.
“Hi,” she said almost shyly, and I didn’t like that.
Why was she acting shy around him? She wasn’t fucking shy. Unless she’d been imagining him during her alone time. I fucking loathed that thought.
“I know Than’s poor company, but I’m charming as hell. Come on out. I’ve got Italian food, and it smells incredible.”
Glaring at his back, I considered throwing his ass out the front door.
“Oh, okay. Yeah, that sounds good.”
Gathe stepped back and gave her just enough room to walk out. Then his eyes lifted from her perfect body, barely covered up with that outfit she had on, to me, and he mouthed, Fuck, then blew out a breath.
That was the tightest top she’d worn yet.
“Why are you here?” My question sounded like a growl.
“Linc thought you might want to run home, get some clean clothes, that kind of thing.”
Oh, fuck no. I was not leaving him here alone with her. Had Linc lost his goddamn mind?
“I’m good. You can go.”
He frowned. “Go? Jayda sent me food too. I’m here to eat.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a deck of cards. “And after, how about a little game of cards? No big money, just small bills.” He leaned closer to Montana. “You play cards?”
She shook her head. “Not really, but I’m a quick learner.”
His grin turned into a full-on beam. “I bet you are,” he said, then winked.
She laughed. There it was again. She never laughed like that for me.
Twelve
Montana
I hadn’t been sure I was going to come back out of the bedroom and eat anything tonight. But I was glad Gathe had shown up because I was hungrier than I’d realized. The lobster and cheese stuffed noodles were delicious, and Gathe kept things from being uncomfortable like it had been with Than’s silence. Unlike Than he asked me about my day, and he threw back his head with a shout of laughter over the fact that Crew had wanted my number.
Than mostly kept to his silent routine. He did, however, pull a bottle of whiskey out of the cabinet. I noticed his last name on the label and wanted to ask about it, but didn’t. Gathe offered me a glass even though Than had not, but I turned it down.
Once the bar was cleaned off from our dinner, Gathe tossed the deck of cards onto it, then pulled out his wallet. “Fifty buy-in good for everyone?” he asked, holding up what looked to be two twenties and a ten.
I started to say yes, but Than spoke first.
“No buy-in. If we’re playing, it’s for fun only,” Than told him, saying more than he’d said since I had come out of the bedroom.
Gathe frowned. “You go broke since the last time I saw you?”
Than scowled at him. “No. Not because of me.” Then he glanced in my direction.
“I can afford fifty dollars,” I replied, then walked back to the room to get it out of my purse.
“She said she can afford it,” I heard Gathe say.