Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
The announcer tells the crowd that each contestant has one final throw. I don’t miss the look he gives me when he tells everyone that in the event of a tie, the win goes to the reigning champion Sir Jamie.
Sir Jamie is once again playing to the crowd as he steps up to the line and holds his axe up for everyone to see.
“Yeah, we get it, you’ve got a fucking axe,” I say under my breath because I’m annoyed with this guy.
I hold my breath as he throws it and I hear the blade sink into the wood. The crowd cheers and I wait for the judge to call the points. He’s missed the bullseye by a hair and only gets ten points. Sir Jamie looks rattled for just a second before he covers with a smug smile. He cocks his head at Brooklyn and holds out his hand as if telling her he’ll allow her to go now.
I clench my fists and have to force myself to stay back because all I want to do is kick his ass for trying to intimidate my woman. But to my delight, Brooklyn ignores him and grabs the last axe on the table.
This time she turns to the crowd and holds up her axe just like Sir Jamie did and there are cheers as well as laughs because we all know what she’s doing. Sir Jamie looks pissed as he steps back and I cheer above the crowd.
She blows me a kiss before she takes her place, and in that moment, I know she’s going to beat him. Just like she knew she’d be good at this, I know with every fiber of my soul she’s going to hit that bullseye.
I cross my arms over my chest and watch as she plants her feet, draws back the axe, and launches it straight and true to the middle of the target.
“There’s my girl,” I say as the crowd erupts and she stands there in shock.
I run over to her and sweep her up in my arms as I spin her around.
“Holy shit, did I just win?” she shouts above the noise, and I kiss her like a sailor home from a month at sea.
“Yeah, I think you did,” I say when I finally break the kiss.
“I’m shaking,” she laughs and puts her hands over her face. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
The announcer comes over with a roll of cash and hands it over to me. “If you ever want a job here, let me know,” he says to Brooklyn. “I could use the eye candy to get the crowd going.”
Suddenly my good mood takes a nosedive as I move her behind me. “She’s not interested.”
“Just saying, with a piece that sweet, you and I could both make some cash.”
I take the money out of his hand and then step closer to him. “Unless you want to see how good I am with an axe, I suggest you back the fuck up and keep your eyes off my woman.”
He holds his hands up and backs off slowly as I stand there blocking his view of Brooklyn.
“Why was that hot?” she whispers from behind me, and I have to fight a smile as I grab her hand and leave the axe throwing area.
“Are you kidding me? Watching you kick that guy’s ass has me ready to pound nails.”
“What?” she asks, but I shake my head.
“Nothing, Buttercup. Let’s go get a shepherd's pie,” I say as I kiss her neck and we walk toward the village again.
Chapter Nine
BROOKLYN
My head rests against Dash’s shoulder. I’ve got my arms wrapped around one of his as we sit in the backseat of the car. The night is over, but I don’t want to go home. It was one of the most fun days of my life and I don’t know how, but I’m falling in love with Dash after such a short time.
I smile when I feel him kiss the top of my head. Dash is turning out to be too good to be true. There has to be a flaw to him or something that I’m missing.
“I wish you didn't have to work tomorrow.”
I tilt my head back to look up at him. “Me too, but it’s only for half the day so I’ll get out early.”
“You’re going to spend the weekend with me.”
I’m surprised, but he didn’t phrase it like a question. Something about him being sweet yet aggressive is exactly the combination that works for me. It makes my insides light up knowing how badly he wants to spend time with me.
“I think I can do that.”
I’m going to have to come clean to my friends about what’s going on. There’s no way I can drop off the map for a weekend without them sending out a search party. I’ve kept my phone tucked away since Dash and I left and I’ve been avoiding their texts. I’m beginning to feel guilty about the whole thing and it’s time to dish.