Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Come on, Boone,” Weaver said as he threw his bulky arm over Boone’s shoulder. “Let’s go have a beer.”
Boone let himself be pulled away, and soon I was left with a panting Nettie.
“You want to go home?” I asked.
Nettie shook her head. “No. I want to get drunk.”
And because I was a glutton for punishment and in need of some serious forgetting moments, I drank right along with her.
I drank so much, in fact, that I blacked out and couldn’t remember another second past the fourth beer.
Seven
My own death doesn’t frighten me but yours? Oh, that’s my deepest fear.
—Weaver’s secret thoughts
Weaver
The snoring woman on my couch would’ve sounded cute had she not followed that snore up with a moan.
Now she was just making me hard.
I could imagine those little moaning sounds coming from her mouth when I…
The snoring woke her up, and she gasped and sat up, looking around in a blind panic.
“What…who…where am I?”
I answered, even though I knew she was just saying it to say it, not to get answers.
She thought she was alone.
But she wasn’t.
“You’re at my place,” I said quietly.
She whirled around, and another moan escaped her, this one from the quick movement.
“Oww,” she groaned. “What the heck?”
“Hangover,” I told her. “You and your sister got drunk as skunks. You at least had enough of a sound mind to ask me for a ride home when the bar closed. Only, when you got in my truck, you passed out.”
“What about my sister?” she asked, pressing her forehead to the leather beneath her.
“Dropped her off at her hotel with a chaperone so she didn’t choke on her own puke.”
“Was she puking?” Those light-brown eyes met mine, though she still hadn’t lifted her head from the couch.
“I don’t think she’ll want the answer to that.”
Eddy groaned. “Please, for the love of all that’s holy, tell me you didn’t let Boone tag along?”
“I hate to break it to you, but Boone wasn’t any better off than the two of you were. I went to drop your sister off at her hotel, and Boone got out with her.”
“Fuuuuck.” Eddy started rocking her face along the cushion. “She’s going to kill me.”
“Why?” I asked.
Eddy pushed herself up onto her forearm before saying, “Because when there’s a bed in the vicinity of the two of them, they have sex. Then they’ll both moan how it was a mistake and fight like cats and dogs. It’s a repeating cycle every time the two of them are in town at the same time.” She groaned.
“Thought you said they were toxic together.”
“They are.” She widened her eyes at me. “And we dropped them off without protection on top of that.”
“They’re adults, Eddy…” I held her stare.
“They’re adults, yes,” she confirmed. “But the two of them have zero self-control, even less self-awareness, and absolutely no boundaries when it comes to each other. They also have a hundred percent no-condom rate each time they get together. Which is a terrible idea.”
I laughed. “Kind of sounds exciting.”
“If you think living on the edge of death is exciting…” She fully sat up. “Whoa.”
“Headache?” I asked as I turned to the cabinets and got a glass down before filling it with water.
She watched me move around the kitchen as I hunted for ibuprofen and Tylenol.
“Ache is too mild of a word,” she admitted. “More like an ice pick to my brain.”
Eddy
“Why’d you drink so much?” he asked.
I thought about that question for a long moment before I said, “My sister’s a miserable drunk. It’s more fun to drink with her than have to listen to her sober.”
He burst out laughing, and my god, was it the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
Today, Weaver was dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants, a tight white t-shirt that left even less to the imagination than the gray sweatpants, and white socks.
He looked super comfortable.
And sexy.
I wanted to steal every article of clothing he was wearing and take them home. Never give them back.
Honestly, the man was devastatingly attractive in anything he wore, but right then, with his head thrown back laughing his ass off, he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
This had to be what it was like when angels sang.
The laughter was over all too soon, but the mirth still shone in his eyes as he gestured to the bathroom with his chin. “Bathroom is right through there. I put some clothes out for you. They were a…friend’s.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I appreciate the offer, but I’d rather smell like stale beer and peanuts than wear some other woman’s clothes.”
He studied me for a long moment before shrugging, not bothering to deny that the clothes were in fact from one of his conquests.
Why did that hurt so much, knowing that he’d saved some other woman’s clothes?
I barely even knew the man…