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)
I heard her pull out a barstool and realized she was going to eat in there. I should let her. No reason to tell her to come sit by me. In that sundress, there was a good chance, before either of us could finish our meal, we’d end up like we had been when Gathe showed up.
Dropping my gaze to my hard dick tenting my sweatpants, I knew if we were going to get out of this cabin today, I had to let her eat at the bar.
Thirty
Montana
For the first time in nineteen years, I wanted my momma’s advice. She hadn’t been able to help me with most life choices, but this time, she’d have known. Momma hadn’t known how to help with homework, but men she’d learned all about the hard way. Especially the ones like Than, who weren’t asking me out on dates, bringing me flowers, and making a big presentation of asking me to be his date to the prom. That was all I knew of the opposite sex. Well, that and Jericho. The father I never had.
I fought the urge to chew on my thumbnail. It was a terrible nervous habit that I’d worked hard to stop, but right now, it was tempting.
Than had treated me…the same and yet different today. He was nice. He made me smile. It was friendly.
But he hadn’t been flirty. That was where I was confused.
This morning, when he had been touching me, he’d looked at me as if I were beautiful. As if things had changed between us.
I knew when a guy was interested in me. It wasn’t like I hadn’t dated. With Than, there was no opening of doors, the truck, or any other we might come upon. He didn’t try and find ways to touch me. He didn’t stare at me with interest in his eyes. In fact, he rarely looked directly at me for long.
Then there was the one thing that had been bugging me. Something that hadn’t occurred to me this morning when he was giving me the best orgasms of my life. He hadn’t kissed me. Not once. Not even a peck on the lips. He’d only been interested in what was between my legs and, well, my boobs.
I glanced at him in the driver’s seat. God, he was sexy. It was effortless for him. He didn’t seem to notice when females turned their heads to watch him walk by, but they did.
At the theater, the girl giving us the popcorn and sodas he’d ordered almost spilled everything as she handed it to him—she had been so nervous. Then our waitress had made sure to only speak to him and batted her lashes at him so much that I was worried that one of the fake, glued-on strips might fall off into our food. He’d sure flirted with them. But me? Nothing. None of those slow, sexy smiles he had to know made panties wet.
Just…friendly.
Sighing, I turned to look back out of my window as we turned left instead of right toward Linc’s. I had thought we were going back to the cabin, but this wasn’t the way.
“Where are we going?” I asked, reluctant to look at him again.
“I need some things from my room,” he replied. “I’m running out of clean boxers.”
“Oh, okay.”
I was curious about where he lived. Everything about him interested me. Which wasn’t a good thing. If I felt like this now, then how would I feel when it was time for me to move on with my life?
The reminder that I would have to leave the cabin in a few months and find my way in life alone caused my stomach to knot up. What if they never found who had left me the letters? He could lie low until I was on my own again. I would have to register for my classes in the fall next month. My last email from them had said to look for that email coming mid-May. The scholarship was my only chance at a college education.
But if it wasn’t safe to live in Monroe…
“Anything you need from the store while we are still out?” he asked.
There were several things I wanted, not necessarily needed, which meant I could do without them. I needed to save my money.
“No, I’m good.”
“Well, if you think of anything, I’ll stop on our way back.”
“Thanks.” I should be happy that he was no longer being a jerk.
He turned again, and like Linc’s, there was an imposing iron gate in front of us. Than rolled down his window, then reached out and pressed a number into a box. The gate slowly swung open, and he pulled on through. We drove between rows of trees until a brick home with tall white columns came into view. It wasn’t as massive as Linc’s, but it was close. Than veered to the far left toward a garage you couldn’t see from the front of the house due to a line of trees that hid it. One of five garage doors opened, and he pulled his truck into the only empty space.