Drive Me Wild (Bellamy Creek #2) Read online Melanie Harlow

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Funny, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Bellamy Creek Series by Melanie Harlow
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
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Without exchanging a word, the three of us took off toward the car. As soon as we got close, we could see it had been the MG’s rear passenger-side tire that had blown. The driver opened the door and got out of the little car, which took some effort since she appeared to be wearing . . . a big, white wedding gown.

“Holy shit.” Moretti put both hands on his head. “I was kidding.”

We stared as the woman approached us, taking in all the details. The long strapless dress. The tiara perched on top of her dark blond hair. The white gloves covering her arms to the elbow. The shocked expression. She looked like a very confused Disney princess, as if she’d been well on her way to the Magic Kingdom and had no idea how she’d wound up here instead.

But she was undeniably beautiful, with wide-set green eyes and a full lower lip, and even though something about her spelled T-R-O-U-B-L-E, my gut instinct was protective.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

She blinked at me. “Is this heaven?”

“It’s Bellamy Creek,” said Cole. “Ma’am, do you need help?”

“I . . .” she started. Then her eyes fluttered shut, her knees buckled, and her body began to collapse into the massive cloud of white.

I moved fast, catching her as she fell.

Two

Blair

Admittedly, I am not a very good driver.

I have a terrible sense of direction, I know nothing about cars, and I have an unfortunate tendency to hit things like curbs, other people’s bumpers, and random stationary objects like telephone poles or fire hydrants. Once I accidentally collided with a lovely old magnolia tree, but I sincerely believe that was not my fault, since I’d pulled into the wrong driveway and the tree appeared without warning where no tree had ever appeared before.

But I could have sworn there was nothing on the road in front of me, when BOOM! It was like something exploded beneath my car.

I freaked out and slammed on the brakes, which suddenly ceased to function as brakes should, which prompted further panic, which resulted in my car jumping one of those parking curb thingies and landing on the sidewalk.

Now, here’s where my memory gets a little hazy. I vaguely remember turning off the engine and sitting there for a moment, breathing hard, gripping the steering wheel, and listening to the rapid gunfire of my heart. Then I got out of the car, gathering the full tulle skirt of my dress in both hands, and making my way onto the sidewalk.

That’s when I saw them.

Three ridiculously hot guys standing there staring at me. For a moment I wondered if I’d hit my head and this was sort of a Wizard of Oz moment, where nothing was real.

“Are you okay?” asked the one in the middle. No joke, he looked like James Dean, only taller and more muscular, with tattoos covering one arm. I didn’t even know guys that hot existed in real life.

That’s when it hit me—I was dead and didn’t know it.

I blinked at him. “Is this heaven?”

“It’s Bellamy Creek,” said the one to the right of James Dean. He had the brightest blue eyes I’d ever seen. “Ma’am, do you need help?”

“I . . .” Help? Yes, I needed help, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember why. My head began to spin, my vision went foggy, and my knees gave out.

I sank into a puddle of tulle.

When I came to, I was cradled in someone’s arms. I opened my eyes and realized that James Dean must have caught me before I hit the ground.

“Set her down on the bench,” said a voice from behind. “Elevate her feet.”

I felt myself being gently lowered onto a hard surface. Someone grabbed my feet and held them up by the heels of my sandals, and someone else snatched my wrist and took my pulse. “Ma’am! Can you hear me?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Cole, should we call 911?” James Dean knelt down next to me.

“No—please,” I said. I wasn’t sure if calling 911 cost money or not, but on the off chance it did, I couldn’t let it happen. “I’m okay. I just got dizzy.”

He studied my face, his expression skeptical. “You sure?”

I nodded, noticing his eyes for the first time. They were blue too, but not a piercing blue like his friend’s. They were a softer, smokier blue. Hazy and beautiful.

I may have moaned.

“I don’t smell alcohol, pulse is normal,” said the guy holding my wrist.

“I haven’t been drinking,” I said, my voice hoarse. “I’m probably just dehydrated.”

James Dean looked toward my feet. “Moretti, will you run into the Bulldog and get her some water?”

“On it. Cole, you want to take over here?”

The guy who’d checked my pulse gently set my arm on my stomach and moved to take my feet. “Ma’am, do you have any medical conditions?” he asked. “Are you diabetic?”



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