Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
He frowned when he dipped something down into the tank and pulled it out.
He touched the stick with his fingers, and he brought it to his nose so he could smell it.
“Shit,” he grumbled.
“What?”
He looked at me like he didn’t want to tell me what he’d found.
“It’s sugar.”
“What?”
“In your gas tank,” he said. “It’s sugar.”
I blinked. “But, how?”
He pulled out his phone and said, “Give me a second.”
I pulled my legs up in the seat that Jasper had pulled out for me and hugged them to my chest.
I dropped my forehead on my upraised knees and prayed for patience.
How the fuck had this happened?
I parked my truck in the garage at night so…
“You’ll need to hack into the UPS place. I need to see the camera that was on her truck,” Jasper said. “She parks in the garage at home, so there’s no way that it would’ve happened at our place. I have a feeling that it happened there. Thanks.”
He hung up the phone and looked at me. “What?”
“Got any enemies?”
I let out a snort. “I have lots of people that hate me. You, for instance.”
He didn’t deny it.
Not many of my sister’s friends truly liked me.
That included the Truth Tellers MC.
Not that I’d done anything to them, but my personality wasn’t super welcoming or likable.
I’d had a long life, and I was only twenty-one years old.
I just didn’t see the world with anything less than suspicion.
My mom had ensured that I’d struggled from the moment I was born. If it wasn’t for Searcy, I probably wouldn’t even be alive today, it was that bad.
I’d spent many nights starving, and watched my siblings do the same. To be quite truthful, that was what had pushed me to get a job at thirteen. I’d illegally started to work at a gas station restocking. I got to work for cash—which was way below minimum wage—during the wee hours of the morning.
I used to sneak out at one o’clock in the morning to go stock, then I used to climb in bed only for my mom to pull me out of bed at five-thirty to work at the diner.
Eventually, I stopped doing what she wanted, and started working for myself because at least that way I’d actually get paid and not have to do manual labor for free.
Needless to say, I was a bitch and had a damn good reason for acting that way. I was raised to be that way, and I wouldn’t apologize if people didn’t like me.
If you didn’t have any friends, they couldn’t disappoint you.
Everyone always disappointed you eventually.
“I have a gut feeling that you got that woman fired, and she retaliated by putting sugar in your gas tank.” Jasper pulled me out of my morose thoughts.
I lifted my head from my knees and said, “Great.”
“I’ll get it fixed for you. All it should take is draining the gas tank and changing the fuel filter.”
I had a feeling that was going to be a pain in the ass, which was why I got up and got him a box of cookies.
He glanced at them. “You’re ready to share them now?”
I shrugged. “Feels like I should, since you’re doing this out of the goodness of your heart.” I paused. “I’m sorry for making you miss that party.”
He shrugged. “Didn’t really want to go anyway.”
I walked to the fridge and pulled out the milk, walking back toward him with it.
He took it and placed it on the side of my hood before saying, “I wonder if these cookies are as good as you say they are?”
I popped open the box, and the smell of cinnamon and chocolate wafted to my nose.
I picked one up and handed it to him since his fingers were disgustingly dirty, and reached for my own.
He took a bite and paused just as I took a healthy bite of my own.
My eyes met his, and I saw that he was surprised.
I allowed my gaze to travel his face for a long second—something that I didn’t usually allow myself to do seeing as he got all butthurt every time I looked at him for longer than three seconds—and noticed his hair was longer.
I’d heard him talking to his sister once about how his hair was turning gray.
It was, but it wasn’t.
It was mostly black, with a few strands of silver interspersed throughout.
It was pretty damn sexy, if you asked me.
His eyes, however, were what always held my attention.
So deep and soulful.
Like he had a bone-deep ache that never quite went away.
“It’s fantastic,” he admitted. “Where did you say this guy lived?”
I giggled, which was very unlike me because people like me didn’t giggle, and shook my head. “I’m never going to tell. The secret will stay with me forever.”
He grinned and took another bite, then went back to working on the truck.