Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 155775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
Behind him walked a woman she hadn’t seen before. Although she seemed a bit familiar. She had long dark blonde hair and big blue eyes. And she walked really close to Cash.
Was this his girlfriend? Did he have a girlfriend? He hadn’t mentioned that. Would he have taken her to LittleLand and carried her and done all those other things if he had a girlfriend?
Surely not.
But anxiety filled her, and she squeezed hard on her squishy, that he’d bought her from LittleLand. It was pink with silver flecks inside and in a cube shape.
She loved it. Not only was it cute, but it was meant to help her get rid of stress and anxiety. Maybe she should have bought several of them.
“Hey, guys,” Cash said. “This is my sister, Greer. Greer, this is Monroe and Addie. You know Butch.”
Butch actually glanced up and nodded at Greer. Did that mean he liked her? Well, he wasn’t scowling, frowning, or scolding, so she would guess that was a ringing endorsement.
She was Cash’s sister, not his girlfriend. Addie felt bad for getting jealous. She was acting so out of character. This wasn’t like her at all.
“Hi, everyone,” Greer said.
The door opened again, and a man with short, dark hair and emerald-colored eyes walked in, glancing around.
“This is my fiancé, Hack,” Greer said.
“Hack?” Monroe asked. “Is that your actual name?”
“No, actually, it’s a nickname,” Hack said. “I’m a doctor.”
Didn’t seem like a great nickname for a doctor to have.
“Don’t worry. He’s a really good doctor,” Greer said.
His gaze narrowed in on her face and he looked angry.
What had she done? What was wrong?
“Who the hell hit you?”
“N-no one.” She closed her eyes for a moment. Idiot. Obviously someone had.
“It was a guy who was trying to grab her,” Monroe said.
“I took care of him,” Cash said.
“Did someone ice it?” Hack demanded.
She nodded.
“I’ve been taking care of her,” Cash told Hack before turning to her. “I got Greer to come down because she’s really good at sketching and drawing. Addie, if you were comfortable, I thought you could tell her about the scene you saw and she could draw it.”
Oh, she wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Could she tell this gorgeous woman about what she’d seen? Should she? It wasn’t fair to give that image to someone else, was it?
“It’s all right if you don’t want to talk,” Greer said. “Cash told me you can get a bit nervous around strangers, and I get it. But you could write it down, and I could try and sketch from that, if you like. And we can do it in private, without everybody else here.”
Addie’s gaze immediately went to Cash for some reason.
“Or Cash can come with us,” Greer said with a smile.
Butch grunted and stood. “I’ll wait outside.” He walked out.
Shoot. She bit her lip, she hadn’t meant to make him leave.
“Don’t worry, he’s just trying to be thoughtful,” Greer said with a smile as she sat across from them. She set down a pad and some pencils on the table.
“Butch? Thoughtful?” Monroe said. “The guy’s a grump. He didn’t even laugh at my famous knock-knock jokes. If you don’t laugh at my knock-knock jokes, then you really have a terrible sense of humor.”
“Maybe you should try telling me one,” Greer said. Addie leaned back in her chair so she wasn’t in Monroe’s direct line of sight and shook her head slowly, widening her eyes at Greer. She did not want to hear Monroe’s knock-knock jokes, they weren’t funny.
Greer’s eyes widened, but other than that, she didn’t show any reaction, which was just as well because Addie didn’t want to hurt her sister’s feelings. It’s just that she’d heard all of these ‘famous’ knock-knock jokes, and they were so bad.
“Tell me one,” Greer said cheerfully as she opened her pad.
“Ladybug,” Hack said, and Greer turned to him. “I’m just going to go and do a few things, all right?”
Greer nodded with a smile. “Yep, go. I’m good.”
“Knock, knock,” Monroe said.
“Who’s there?” replied Greer.
“Ahab!”
“Um, Ahab who?” Greer asked, looking confused.
“Ahab to pee! Open the door!” Monroe said before she started giggling. “That’s so good, right? I read it online. I thought I could start making up my own knock-knock jokes. I have one I made up. Do you want to hear it?”
“Sure,” Greer said with a smile.
At least she wasn’t telling Monroe how bad the jokes were. That was a plus.
In fact, she seemed to be really nice.
“Knock, knock,” Monroe said.
“Who’s there?” Greer replied.
“Martin.”
“Martin who?” Greer asked.
“It’s martini time.”
That was so bad.
Greer looked surprised, and Addie couldn’t blame her. Then, to her shock, a giggle came from Greer. She put her hand over her mouth as she started to giggle again.
Addie didn’t get it. The joke wasn’t funny. It didn’t even work. ‘Martin who? It’s martini time?’ Like, how was that a proper knock-knock joke?