Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 121210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
“What the fuck is this?” he demands then, standing from his seat and leaning into the table threateningly. She leans back in her chair with a grin, somehow managing not to look scared at all.
“You’re a cheater, Drew,” Josie chastises, and her eyes are so expressive they basically blink out the words fuck you. “You have been for a while, and now, you’re caught. I suggest you grant Hillary the divorce when she asks and you don’t contest the child support.”
“Are you a fucking PI?” Drew slams his ham hock of a fist down onto the table, and I’m shocked when Josie doesn’t even flinch.
Instead, she just shakes her head and offers a nonchalant shrug. “I’m just a girl.”
“You better fucking watch yourself, girl,” he threatens, jerking forward so hard the table scoots toward her, and unable to stop myself, I jump in.
I drop the bus rag and stand up tall, putting myself in front of him so I’m the only thing he can see. “It’s time for you to leave.”
“Fuck you, dude,” he spits and bumps his chest against mine. “Fuck your bar and fuck this cunt!”
“I said, get the fuck out of here,” I demand, clenching my jaw and pushing a stiff arm into his chest when he tries to posture toward me again. “Now!”
He bends around me to point an angry finger at Josie. “You’re through. I’m gonna tell every fucking dude I know about you and what you’re doing.”
She has the audacity to laugh in his face. “That’s a good idea. I’ll do the same for you.”
“Don’t you fucking dare!”
“Aw, what’s wrong, Drew?” Josie taunts, even blowing him a sarcastic kiss in the air. “I thought you liked me? I mean, just a moment ago, you wanted to take me into the bathroom and fuck me, remember?”
He lunges at her, and I grab him by the throat to stop him, sending him backward with a shove. “Get the hell out of my bar!” I shout before turning back to Josie with a scowl. “Stop.”
She holds up her hands innocently before blowing another kiss at Drew over my shoulder. I roll my eyes and turn around swiftly to stop yet another lunge, carting him all the way out the front door this time before stopping.
His boots scramble on the gravel of the parking lot as I release my hold on him with a shove. “Don’t come back, understand?”
“Don’t fucking worry, bro.” He scoffs. “I won’t set foot in this piece-of-shit town ever again.”
I stand at the door as he climbs into his old black Bronco and revs the engine, flooring it out of the parking lot and spraying gravel everywhere. Tad and Randy Hanson, a couple of brothers who’ve just arrived for a drink, have to jump out of the way, but they laugh and shake my hand as they pass me on their way to the entrance of The Country Club.
“Night’s off to a good start, I see?” Randy taunts with a smile as Tad waggles his eyebrows.
“It seems we missed the show.”
I snort. Yeah. It was some show, all right. Honestly, I can’t decide if Josie Ellis is downright crazy or the most intriguing woman I’ve ever met.
Randy and Tad walk inside the bar like they didn’t almost get run over by the angry bastard in the Bronco, and I silently wonder if everyone in Red Bridge is off their rocker.
If I watched someone tear ass out of a place like that, I’d think twice about coming inside. Not here, though. If I’ve learned one thing about Red Bridge, Vermont, since I moved here a few years ago and opened The Country Club, it’s that they live for the drama.
Watch it, be it—they don’t care. As long as it’s interesting.
Trust me, supposed small-town, simple life is far from boring.
They hold the door for me as I follow them inside, and I scan the place for troublemaker Josie Ellis. She’s at the bar now, yakking it up with other waiting patrons, and I don’t think twice before heading straight to her.
I don’t know all the details of her little game with these clueless dicks, but after tonight, it’s clear the woman has created her own real-life version of that show Cheaters in my bar. And for the past several months, I’ve unknowingly sat back and watched it all go down.
But now, after I just had to shove some aggressive asshole out by his damn throat, there’s no way I can let it continue.
I tap Josie on the shoulder until she spins around, her wild blond curls fanning out behind her as she does. She’s an unbelievably pretty woman—there’s absolutely no question in my mind how she lands all these dates—but I’m afraid if she keeps on like this for too long, someone’s going to rearrange her perfectly delicate button nose.