Reaper’s Fire Read Online Joanna Wylde (Reapers MC, #6)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Contemporary, Dark, Drama, Erotic, MC, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Reapers MC Series by Joanna Wylde
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Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 132892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
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“So you obviously grew up here,” Cooper commented. God, he was pretty. I’d spent the whole meal refusing to look at him so I wouldn’t make an ass of myself. He has a girlfriend, remember? “But your husband didn’t?”

“Brandon started out as a junior deputy prosecutor in Seattle, but now he’s worked his way up to director of the King County criminal division. I worked as a private chef when he first started, and then I expanded into the chocolate business a few years later. We split up about eighteen months ago. We’re still dealing with paperwork, and I’m trying to decide if I should buy him out of the house.”

Cooper eyed me, as if waiting for me to say more but I wasn’t going there. What’d happened between me and Brandon wasn’t public, and that’s the way I wanted it. Cooper seemed to figure this out, because he changed the subject.

“So how long have you been back in Hallies Falls?”

“About six months,” I replied. “I came home when my mom passed. Dad wasn’t doing too well, and the more I saw, the more I realized he couldn’t manage on his own. It’s getting to a point where I’ll have to make some tough decisions. My real life is in Seattle, and everyone there thinks I should just move him. Put him in a home, and either sell the apartment building or find a property manager. Can’t quite wrap my head around that, though. This place has been a part of me my entire life.”

Cooper nodded, his face thoughtful.

“Loyalty is a good thing,” he pointed out. “Gotta respect that.”

I found myself smiling at him in surprise.

“Thanks. Not everyone sees it that way.”

“Yeah, well opinions are like assholes, remember?” he said. “Sometimes you just need to tune out the static for a while.”

“Exactly—and that’s what I’m doing. Sooner or later I’ll have to make the decision, because I can’t keep up running the business forever without a real commercial kitchen. I could build one in the basement of the house, but it’d be a big commitment, because it’ll take at least five years before I recoup all the costs. Thankfully, Mom and Dad transferred title on the place to me years ago, so I don’t need to worry about liquidating, even if Dad needs long-term care.”

“That’s good news,” he said, and I fell into his eyes a little. They were dark and rich, and then he licked his lips and heat rushed through me. I wanted to kiss him so bad, then drag him back to my room and—

“Tinker?”

“Yes?” I asked breathlessly.

“Where should I put the food?”

So much for dragging him back to my room. Ugh.

“Just take it into the kitchen and set it on the counter,” I said, looking around to see if there was anything I could discreetly stab myself with—maybe that would pull my head out of the gutter. At least there wasn’t much leftover food to deal with, so I loaded the dishwasher while he carried everything inside. Then he leaned against the counter next to me, watching as I washed the silverware by hand.

“Why don’t you put it in the machine?” he asked.

“It’s my grandma’s sterling,” I said. “I don’t want the dishwasher to damage it.”

Cooper raised a brow.

“You always use sterling silver for a picnic with paper plates?”

I laughed.

“Grandma always did,” I said. “And she let me use her good china for tea parties, too. Using the silverware makes me happy—brings back memories. When I use the plates all I can think about is the fact that I’m creating more work for myself. Can you dry?”

“Sure,” he said, catching the towel I tossed toward him. It only took about ten minutes to wash everything up, but he stood next to me the whole time. Every minute or two our bodies would bump, and I swear, I felt his presence in the air itself. My breasts were tight, and I kept catching myself shifting my hips as flickers of awareness and arousal ran through me.

We finished way too soon for my taste, or maybe it wasn’t soon enough. I had this vivid daydream that he’d sweep me up with a kiss, maybe haul me back to my bedroom and ravish me. You know, like in an old romance novel, where men were men and women stayed home and waited to be ravished in elaborately decorated country manor houses . . . Our apartment building was Tudor revival. That should count, right?

Now we stood staring at each other. His eyes were intense, and if it’d been anyone else on earth, I’d have sworn he was into me. Then his phone rang. Cooper pulled it out and frowned.

“What’s up, Talia?” he asked, dumping cold water all over my fantasies. So much for my impending ravishment—stupid Tudors, giving me hope. I turned away, pretending to be fascinated by something in my spice cabinet. Yup, there was the dill. You can never have too much dill. “No, not really doing anything. How soon? Okay, I’ll head right over.”



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