Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
I tilt my head to the side. "I don't think that's a good idea."
She frowns, and the disappointment on her face makes me want to attempt a backflip to make her happy even though I know it's not a skill I possess.
"Is it me you don't want to spend time with?"
"What? Fuck no. Sorry. My mouth," I say, my body tightening when she dips her eyes down to my lips. "No, it's not you. I'll embarrass myself."
Am I hearing myself correctly? Were those words just as breathy as her words were earlier?
She shrugs. "That's perfect. I could use a laugh."
She heads toward the dart board. I battle between darting away or following, but then she glances at me over her shoulder, and I realize there's not one situation I can fathom at this moment where I wouldn't follow this woman.
She pulls all six darts from the board. I wonder if the last person who played really was good enough to get the darts all so very close to the center of the bullseye or if they just stabbed them in there when the game was over.
I grin at her, but I can't get past the feeling of eyes boring into the back of my head. I look back, noticing Twisted across the room with a death grip on a beer bottle.
When I turn back, I find Morgan watching me watching him.
She glances quickly at Twisted before pulling her eyes back to me, and I watch as she pulls in a deep breath as if she's trying not to be frustrated.
"You want me to ask him to play?" I offer, needing to know where she stands.
Her lips form a flat line as she considers her answer, but it isn't to say what I expect when she speaks.
"I think he likes me," she says. "I don't like him. Not like that anyway. I'm sure he's a great guy, but I just don't feel chemistry. Plus, it's complicated as hell with me staying here, you know?"
"You haven't discussed it with him?"
She shakes her head.
"If you want him to back off—"
"What? No, I could be wrong. How damn conceited of me would it be if he doesn't even look at me that way and I asked him something like that?"
"Okay. The offer stands."
Morgan hands me a set of three darts before turning back to the board. Her face is very serious as she pulls her hand back and sends the first dart flying.
It hits the wall four or five inches to the left of the target.
When she turns back to face me, her cheeks are flaming red, and her lips are rolled between her teeth in embarrassment.
"That was awful," she finally mutters.
"Still going to be better than me," I say as I step up to the line.
When I throw my dart, it doesn't even bother to stick to anything.
There's a beat of silence as our eyes land on the damn thing on the floor under the board.
When she starts to laugh, I feel it all the way into my soul.
I can already tell this woman is going to be so much trouble for me.
Chapter 9
Morgan
When the bottle of orange juice nearly slips out of my hand for the second time, I know I have to take a breath.
Lifting my nose to the sky and closing my eyes, I pull in the deepest breath I can manage and hold it for five beats before releasing it slowly.
"You only do that when you're annoyed."
The interruption startles me enough to make me jolt, but the familiarity of Kaylee's voice doesn't force my eyes open.
"I'm trying not to lose my shit on a bottle of orange juice," I mutter, repeating my breathing steps twice more before opening my eyes to face her.
Her brows are drawn together as she watches me.
"Is it spoiled? They go through food so fast here, I can't imagine something got tucked in the back of the fridge and forgotten."
"I almost dropped it," I mutter. "Twice."
"Too much to drink last night?"
"I wish," I say, taking a tighter than normally necessary grip on the neck of the juice bottle before tilting it over my glass and pouring.
"I saw you and Rooster getting to know each other."
I lower the bottle to the counter before glaring at her. Knowing my luck this morning, I'd knock the whole thing to the floor if I'm not careful.
"I hardly know the man," I assure her.
I think that has a lot to do with my frustrations and issues this morning.
The guy has got to be clueless. Either that, or he seriously isn't interested in me at all. After all that has happened, I don't know if my ego can handle a hit like that.
I know with every part of my brain that handles reasoning that I shouldn't even look at Robert that way, especially not after what happened with his brother. That's a taboo line I never saw myself crossing, but there's a reason I was attracted to Henry. The guy is stunningly gorgeous, and seeing as Robert is his identical twin, it just makes sense I'd also be attracted to him.