Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
But after that, I wanted to hook my winch up to his legs, while tying his arms to a tree, and rip him apart.
Honestly, that sounded so damn satisfying that I dreamed about doing it for a few seconds too long.
“What’s with that look on your face?” Searcy asked. “You look kind of evil.”
I winked. “Maybe I am.”
The timer dinged before I had to explain, and she grabbed my hand and said, “Sit.”
I did, while she shot off instructions to everyone else.
She truly was the matriarch of this family.
And, as I watched them over dinner, I realized that everyone adored her.
Even the contrary Calliope.
Twenty-Four
Someone stealing your parking spot at your own house is a different kind of feeling.
—Searcy’s secret thoughts
SEARCY
I’d just written a five hundred-thousand-dollar check.
Never in my life did I think that would be something I would have the ability to do, yet there I was, experiencing the feeling.
I was going to have a panic attack.
“Calm down, you’re shaking the bed.”
I grinned and looked over my shoulder. “I’m hyperventilating over here. Leave me alone.”
“You could be sleeping,” he grumbled.
“It’s two in the afternoon on a Wednesday,” I pointed out.
“And?” he asked.
“And we could be doing so many other things,” I responded. “Like riding through the pasture.”
“It’s eight hundred degrees outside,” he interjected. “The horses get too hot. I get too hot. I’ll teach you to ride, but it has to be first thing in the morning.”
I grimaced.
Posy and I had two very different ideas of ‘first thing in the morning.’
I rolled out of bed at seven-thirty to get the kids up and to school.
When I got back, I made everyone breakfast that wanted it—as in Posy and Yates—and brought it out to them.
Sometimes I would enjoy the show that Posy provided when he was working with his horses. Other times I’d join him riding the side-by-side to visit with him while he was working. Then there were times where I got on my computer to work and never made it out of the house after breakfast.
Every once in a while I’d venture into town to Starbucks and watch Calliope work while I waited for Kent to get out of practice.
But ultimately, life had been pretty peaceful for me.
Until I’d had to write a check for that much money…
I squealed and put my hands up onto the naked chest that hovered over me, gasping just before his mouth hit my own.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him, cursing my jean shorts and tank top for being between us.
Just when his hand was reaching up underneath my tank to go for the boob grab, there was a banging at the door.
“Shit,” he sighed, pressing his forehead against mine.
I looked at the clock. “There goes your nap.”
“Yeah,” he grumbled. “Wonder if it’s more deliveries?”
I scrunched up my nose and said, “None are supposed to arrive until the end of the week.”
I’d been purchasing stuff for days, outfitting the room that both Calliope and Kent were staying in.
I’d gotten Anders some small things, but it’d been mostly furnished by a bunch of Scottie’s old furniture, so there’d been no need.
My bank card had been getting so many hits on it lately that they’d called and asked me if it was stolen.
“Dammit,” he muttered. “I only wanted an hour nap.”
I didn’t blame him.
He worked too much and barely got any sleep.
The precious hour he could steal here and there was important.
I followed behind him with the check that I’d be depositing into my bank account in town to then get a cashier’s check to take to the titling office later this evening when I picked the kids up from practices.
Kent was in football, and Ms. Smarty Pants Anders was in UIL practice.
I had an appointment at the title office in an hour, and that should give me enough time to…
“What the fuck?”
“Ms. Hodges?”
I looked past Posy’s broad shoulders to the woman standing beyond.
“Yes?”
“You’ve been served.” She paused. “Twice.”
I rolled my eyes.
We’d been expecting this, but I hadn’t been expecting two.
Posy took the papers and muttered ‘thanks’ before slamming the door.
I reached for the papers, and he handed me one set before tearing into the second set.
I read over the information, unsurprised to see Taryn’s name.
What did surprise me was Posy saying, “Your mother is suing you.”
An hour later I was at the bank by myself, and I was depositing a check into my account.
The nosy bitch behind the counter kept glancing at me over her counter, eyes wide.
I tapped my foot instead of my fingernails, waiting for her to get on with the show.
She said, “Oh, I’ll be right back.”
I crossed my arms over the other and looked around the bank, wondering if maybe I should find a different bank while I was at it.
It’d be nice to walk into a random bank in Dallas and them not give me a second look.