Revved to the Maxx (Reynold’s Restorations #1) Read Online Melanie Moreland

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Reynold's Restorations Series by Melanie Moreland
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
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His mouth tightened, and I wanted to stick out my tongue at him. He had hoped I would see where I was going to stay and want to leave. But he didn’t know how stubborn I could be—nor did he realize I had literally nowhere to go and no way to get there, even if I did. Once I paid for the bus ticket, my meal, and motel room, I had less than fifty bucks. I had to make this work.

He brushed past me, and I tried hard not to inhale his intoxicating scent. He might be acting like a bastard, but he certainly smelled good.

I followed him back through the garage, noting the contrast to the office. Everything was in its place, and it was meticulous. Large, with three bays, it was well-laid-out. I would have to investigate it later as I hurried to keep up with Maxx. We walked about fifty feet, him not saying anything until we got closer to a two-story house.

“Rufus will barrel out the door. He doesn’t bite, but let him come to you,” he said, his voice warmer as he spoke about his dog, but still removed.

“Sure.”

I stood back and waited as he opened the door, and a large dog loped out. He pushed against Maxx, happy to see him. Maxx, in turn, stroked his great head, murmuring low to him, and the dog gazed up at him adoringly. Then he spotted me and trotted over. I remained still, holding out my hand. He sniffed me, then lifted his head and let me stroke him. He was affectionate and happy, his tail wagging. I liked him.

“Enough,” Maxx snapped. “Rufus, heel.”

Immediately, Rufus returned to Maxx’s side, and I heard him mutter “traitor” under his breath before pushing open the side door and letting it shut behind him. I rolled my eyes but followed, walking into a large mudroom. I stepped into the next room, taking it in. The kitchen was huge, with white cupboards, pretty trim, and well-worn butcher-block counters. There were a few dirty dishes in the sink. Otherwise, it had a neglected look to it. Dusty, unused, and needing attention. There was a dining room, with a huge farm table piled high with more boxes on top and around it, one space cleared where Maxx obviously ate. Ahead was a living room, a big fireplace in the center. It was a well-proportioned room, but sparse. There were plain white walls, no pictures or anything personal around. A TV hung on the wall, one chair in front of it, and a sofa pushed against the far wall. It needed attention.

Maxx let me wander, not saying anything, leaning against the counter in the kitchen. Rufus kept me company as I explored. The stairs divided the house, the central hall the focal point. There was a nice bathroom off the kitchen, and opposite it, behind the living room, was a bedroom—unused and piled with more boxes. I trialed my fingers over them, noting these were of a more personal nature, labeled and stacked neatly. Looking at the fading wallpaper and the old-fashioned bed frame dismantled and resting against the wall, I had the impression this room stored Maxx’s parents’ most prized possessions. Feeling as if I were intruding, I left the room, shutting the door behind me.

I hesitated at the bottom of the stairs, looking up. I glanced to the left, where Maxx was now leaning against the doorframe, watching me in silence. I tilted my head toward the stairs, and he pushed off the door and went ahead of me. At the head of the stairs was a set of barn doors which he bypassed and showed me the other two bedrooms. Both had a bed and dresser but were obviously unused. There was another bathroom, this one with a claw-foot tub, and I wondered if I might be allowed to use it. If, that was, I made it past my trial period.

Maxx hesitated then opened the barn doors. I stepped inside, knowing it was his room. His scent saturated it. Manly, woodsy, and warm. He had a huge bed made from rough wood, and the oak floors were stripped and wide. Through the open doors, I could see one side of the room had a closet and the other a bathroom. It was tidy, but like the rest of the house, neglected and sterile. All the walls were white, and there was little in the way of pictures or personal touches.

It felt as if Maxx was existing, not living.

“Seen enough?” he asked.

“Lots of work to be done,” I replied lightly.

“Sort of the reason for my ad,” he responded, walking ahead of me down the stairs.

“Easy peasy.” I sniffed. “I look forward to it.”

In the kitchen, I opened the fridge and the cupboards, growing more confused at the empty shelves. There were some staples—sugar, peanut butter, coffee, and the fridge held a large selection of condiments, but there was little in the way of groceries, aside from some canned goods.



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