Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“Girl, what is wrong with you?” She asks sitting down in the chair across from my desk after placing a coffee in front of me. “Country Boy is all about me working from this office for a bit. Since I came in late due to a conference call and Raff is parked out front literally sitting on the curb in front of his bike, I need some details. Country Boy doesn’t get involved in my job. He knows I travel across the state and enjoy it. He’s asked me to stick close to home and specifically to work here. That isn’t common of my man, especially without an explanation.”
“Um,” I reply unsure what to even tell her. How can I even get into this when I don’t really know what is going on. More than anything, though, I’m thrown off knowing he’s here in the parking lot but hasn’t said a word to me. “Dean is here?”
Sara smiles this shit eating grin she gets whenever she gets excited that something is going her way. “Raff won’t tell me why he’s here. Country Boy won’t tell me why I need to work from this office even after I gave him the best blow job of his life,” she shrugs her shoulders, “his words not mine.”
I laugh. I can’t help it. When I got hired, my first supervisor was an idiot. How they were hired, I have no idea. Sara came in for a training, realized the entire division was a shit show and she stepped up. Without extra pay, she came in and taught us all from the beginning in the correct way to document and report. In the early days, business was the focus, and I thought she couldn’t relax if her life depended on it. Then I learned the real Sara. She’s sarcastic, funny, loyal, kind, giving, and the total package. We have been close friends for three years or more now, which is the only reason she would dare say something like that at work.
“I might be the problem,” I tell her honestly.
She draws her brows together, “sounds like you got some ‘splainin’ to do.”
I nod, “I’ll give you one guess.”
“Brett,” she rolls her eyes. “Babe, why didn’t you call me? You know I’ll help you hide the body, be the alibi, whatever is necessary.”
This is Sara, she is a girl’s girl. She isn’t a backstabbing woman with some competition complex that can happen in female friendships. She’s been my rock at work and at home since coming clean about things with Brett even before I left him. Every move, she’s helped me pack. Every night I’ve been afraid, she’s answered the phone to talk me down. The cars I’ve had to buy, the phones, she is always looking out to help me get the next one on a decent deal.
“Brett is always the problem. How is Raff involved?”
I sip the coffee in front of me first. “Well, I don’t actually know how he knew to come when he did. We’re neighbors, you know. For a couple of weeks this car I didn’t recognize kept parking at the house beside Dean’s. I’ve never met the people there, so I didn’t think much of it. Apparently, Dean knows them, and they are out of town.” I sigh and swallow my pride. It’s hard to admit things are out of control with Brett. “The calls have started here at work from Brett. I really don’t know how much Dean knows about my ex, but I have a feeling he knows more than I’ve shared. Which alarms me, but I haven’t had an opportunity to discuss it with him.” I watch Sara study me. She’s worried. I don’t want my friends to worry about me. “They aren’t regular, the calls that is. But I got a call Justice was sick. I picked him up from school and took him home. Thank goodness he was asleep and slept through the whole interaction. I wasn’t even home thirty minutes when my doorbell rang, Brett was there. I stepped outside; things were far from comfortable. Before I could get him to leave, Dean pulls up on his Harley. Into my driveway, not his own.”
Sara nods enthusiastically. “I bet he did.” Then she lets out a little laugh.
“Sara, this isn’t funny.”
“Josie, yeah, it is. He’s for sure going to put Brett in his place.”
I feel the heat on my cheeks. “Sara, he kissed me. He marched right up and kissed me.” Dropping my face in my hands I hope I can hide my embarrassment.
“And?”
I peek up at her. “And what? I’m an idiot and kissed him back. Next thing I know, he’s sending me in my house so he can talk to Brett after telling my ex-husband I’m with him. He told me to take a bath, and he would join me, in front of Brett!”