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)
I’d stop at Searcy’s place for something to eat first, because I was starving. Then I’d continue my walk…
A strong arm went around my waist, and I was tossed over a solid shoulder.
I cursed and said, “Put me down, asshole!”
“Sure,” he said as he kept walking to his truck, which stood wide open, waiting for him to return.
Instead of putting me in the back—allowing me to let myself right back out—he sat me down in the seat between him and his lady.
“What the fuck?” I growled.
He reached over and put my seat belt on for me, then reached between my legs to put the truck in gear.
I would not admit how sexy that was.
“Why do you have to be so goddamn stubborn all the time?” he hissed. “The world is not out to get you.”
“Yeah, whatever you say.” I snorted. “Because the world’s been real kind to me so far.”
“Your sister won the lottery,” he pointed out. “That’s pretty kind.”
I didn’t bother to point out, for a second time might I add, that my sister was the one who won the lottery, not me.
I felt like a broken record sometimes.
But also, “That’s kind of a secret, Jasper Madden.”
“I won’t tell anyone,” Barbie offered up over her shoulder, a small smile on her face.
I snorted. “No offense, but I don’t know you. I don’t trust anyone.”
She smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes this time.
I had a feeling that she didn’t find very many people who didn’t like her.
“Do you want me to drop you off first, Harlow?” Jasper asked.
“Oh, whatever is easiest for you,” she offered.
“In that case, you can drop me off first,” I snapped.
Because I hadn’t asked to be in this vehicle in the first place.
Jasper ignored me and drove to Webber’s shop.
He pulled up right in front and both Jasper and Harlow bailed out.
Before I could slide to the driver’s side, the door closed in my face.
I started to go the other way and that one closed as well.
I rolled my eyes and pushed out through the driver’s side, but I made sure to grab Jasper’s keys and throw them into the back of the truck first.
Asshole.
When I rounded the hood of Jasper’s truck it was to see Webber standing there with his arms crossed over his chest.
Webber was the club president of the Truth Tellers MC.
He was the biggest, baddest of them all, and he gave me the “oh shits.”
I swear the man had a way about him that damn near ordered me to spill all my secrets.
He was intimidating and rough, and saw things I didn’t want him to see.
I had a feeling it was because he had a daughter my age, and he knew just how to handle her to keep her in line.
“What’s going on?” Webber asked.
“Nothing,” I lied. “Just need a ride home since Jasper wouldn’t take me there himself.”
Webber’s eyes shifted to Jasper then back to me. “What’s wrong with your truck? I thought he fixed it last night?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Webber sighed. “Was it that disgruntled employee again?”
“Why would I know the answer to that? I don’t have access to their cameras. Plus, I’ve been gone all day working,” I said. “I’m going to head home.”
“You live five miles away from here,” Webber pointed out.
I made it about midway down the driveway when the tow truck started to back out of its spot.
Front and center was Harlow, sitting in the only seat in the front.
I knew this because I was just there myself yesterday. The only seating left was the jump seat in the back that faced sideways.
Yeah, I definitely wasn’t going to be leaving with them.
I kept walking, ignoring the huge ass truck that was crawling along behind me.
When I moved to the side just far enough, Jasper squeezed beside me and opened his door.
I stepped out of the way just fast enough that he wasn’t able to catch me by the waist and haul me inside.
“What are you even doing right now?” Jasper asked in exasperation.
“I could ask you the same, since I sure the hell didn’t ask for any help.” I snorted and started to walk down the sidewalk in the opposite direction of traffic. “Have a nice day, Jasper. Also, don’t go get my truck. I’ll be dealing with it on my own tomorrow.”
Jasper muttered a couple of choice words under his breath, but I ignored him and kept walking.
Five miles instead of four.
I could do it.
“Let’s get her truck to the shop and see what she did to it this time.”
I gritted my teeth, but kept walking despite hearing him talk about me like I couldn’t hear.
Like it was my fucking fault that this happened.
I was just existing on this fucking planet.
I also didn’t acknowledge his friend who said, “What’s her problem, anyway?”
And I wouldn’t.