Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
She fucking loved the chase, but she also highly disliked me. Mostly because I made three times the amount that she did. Something that she pointed out any chance that she could.
Secondly, I didn’t like the fact that I was so naïve about snow and cars that I’d bought a vehicle that wouldn’t be able to get me around half the year. That was exactly what I’d needed. A car that couldn’t drive me where I needed to go for six months of the year.
The bad thing was, I’d specifically asked the man I’d bought the car from if the car would be good in the winter, and he’d told me yes.
Straight to my face, no hint of a lie. Just straight to my face, told me that my small car would be perfect for the winter here.
I didn’t like feeling dumb.
I probably would’ve been fine had it only been Gentry telling me that the car wouldn’t make it in the winter, but then Tanny had to add onto that conversation.
“Oh, she’ll learn.” Tanny lightly slapped Gentry’s arm with a knowing smirk on her face. “The hard way, most likely.”
I gritted my teeth and stuffed the last bit of sandwich into my mouth even though I was so full I could barely stand it.
The remaining chips followed suit, and I was gathering up my trash moments later.
Standing, I gave both Gentry and Tanny a level look before saying, “Where I’m from, we had maybe one day a year where there was snow. And people didn’t drive in the snow if they could help it. So…how was I supposed to know this car wasn’t good enough? I asked the man I was buying it from. He told me that he’d been living in Montana since he was a boy. He said it would be fine.”
Gentry narrowed his eyes at my stiffness.
He eyed my hands that were full of the trash from my lunch, then looked up at me.
I let my gaze bounce from one asshole to the other before I turned around and walked inside. Before I reached the door, I called, “Thanks for the sandwich, hubby.”
I didn’t know what it was about Tanny that rubbed me the wrong way, but I had a feeling she was behind every irritating thing that happened in the hospital that day.
Hell, most days.
She was always there, because she was stuck up the charge nurse’s ass and asking for the good patients. She loved to piss women off and couldn’t stand when men didn’t give her attention.
Hell, I’d seen plenty of firefighters come through here that thought she was the dirt on the bottom of their shoes, and it made her irrationally angry for the rest of the day when they didn’t smile at her or treat her playfully.
Most likely, their wives caught on to her actions and told them that they needed to clean their act up or else.
There was always this one female firefighter who came in that clearly hated Tanny and never missed a beat when Tanny started pulling her shit.
It always made my day to see because Tanny always stumbled over herself to leave when she arrived.
Maybe I’d get lucky today and that firefighter would make her way into the ER to bring in a patient.
Nothing would make me happier than to see Tanny brought down a couple of notches.
Fourteen
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—Gentry’s secret thoughts
Gentry
I was still thinking about Sage’s reaction to that nurse when I pulled up behind a speeder a couple of days later.
Whatever progress we’d made after that day had been erased.
She was there, but she wasn’t there.
Any time I saw her at my place over the next forty-eight hours, she’d go out of her way not to get anywhere near me.
And when I went out to the yard to see if I could get Neo to come walk or run with me, she’d make an excuse and leave.
The driver that I thought would be pulling over in the nearest parking lot kept driving, and I wondered if I was in the world’s slowest police pursuit.
Eventually they pulled over in front of the Sonic, and I understood.
They’d parked in a stall and ordered, using their time wisely to order while they were being given a speeding ticket.
Earlier, I’d been intending to just let them know they were speeding, and not to camp out in the left lane. Then let them off with a warning.
But nothing aggravated me more than to have my chain jerked.
I wasn’t police material.
I’d been in the military for years, becoming the ultimate fighting force that the US Army had to offer, but I still couldn’t stand the general population.
I especially didn’t like when they wasted my time and didn’t respect me.
I parked behind the car then called the plate number in.
The dispatcher, an elderly woman in her mid-to late sixties, confirmed the plate numbers and went silent.