Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“I’ll try one.” Oliver picks up one and bites into it. “Holy smokes,” he says, chewing, “it’s light and flaky.”
“Yes.” I nod. “That is what I’m going for.”
My mother also tries one, and she smirks at me. “She’s got the touch, I tell you.” They both finish their donuts and head out.
When I look over, I see it’s almost two o’clock in the afternoon. With nothing to do, I decide to maybe head into town and see if they have started work on the bakery. From the phone call I got last week, it would be any day now. They were going to start right away, but I thought that we could expand a little now that we are starting over. So I’m waiting on him to tell me how much extra it will be. But I think adding a seating area will bring in more business, and my mother reluctantly agreed with me.
Washing the smell of donuts off me, I slip on a white T-shirt and then grab my ruffled yellow skirt. It wraps over in the front and is longer in the back. The T-shirt falls just on top of the waist, showing off a hint of my stomach. I slip on my brown sandals before grabbing my phone and walking out. Leaving my hair down and flowing, I head to the bar, wondering if Autumn is in town with Landon.
I stop at the corner and am about to cross the street when I see Brock’s truck parked at the garage. It angers me to no avail. Especially after the way he just walked away from our conversation. Again, leaving me feeling battered and bruised, and he didn’t even have to lift a finger. My feet are moving before I even can stop them; with each step I take I get angrier and angrier. I pull open the door and the bells ring. I look around, seeing the waiting area empty and then sticking my head into his office and seeing it empty also. My heart jackhammers in my chest and I turn and storm to the garage, finding him in front of the workbench with a rag in his hand, and it looks like he’s just finished cleaning the stainless-steel top.
The look on his face is of utter shock at seeing me here. “Everleigh,” he says my name, and my knees turn to jelly. Just from the way he says my fucking name. And I hate it. I also hate when my eyes do a sweep of him from head to toe, and I see him wearing black Dickies with a black T-shirt that I wish made him look dreary and sloppy. But it doesn’t, it fucking doesn’t, he looks fit as can be.
“Fuck off,” I say, walking into his space and stopping in front of his workbench as he rounds it. “I want to know how much I owe you for the truck.”
“I told you,” he says, and I shake my head furiously side to side to stop him from talking.
“I don’t give a shit what you said,” I snap at him. “I don’t want anything from you. Not one fucking thing.” My head moves into his space.
“I don’t give a shit what you want,” he hisses back at me. “I’m not doing it for you. I’m doing it for your mother. So take your snit and fuck off.” He motions with his head.
“That isn’t how it’s going to work!” I yell at him. “You aren’t going to get to have a say in this.”
He laughs in my face, and if I wasn’t seething before, that pushes me over the edge. “I can see you are in full form today.”
“Fuck you.” I’m about to push him away from me, but the minute my hand touches his chest, he grabs my wrist. “Don’t touch me.” I’m about to rip my wrist from him when he pulls me to him.
“You came in here full of your attitude.” He turns and backs me toward his workbench. “For what I don’t know, nor do I fucking care.” My breathing is coming in pants as I look into his eyes, eyes that are hooded over with a look I’ve seen far too often before. “Don’t bring your shit to my door.”
“I want nothing to do with your door,” I retort, almost whispering. “I want nothing to do with you. Not now”—the lump starts in my throat, and I regret coming in here—“not fucking ever.”
“Good,” he replies. His head advances, and his mouth is open on mine. His tongue slides into my mouth as the kiss is primal. I move my hands to his shoulders to shove him away at the same time his hands grip my hips so tight, I’m going to have his mark on me. I move my head to the side, planning on stopping the kiss, when he picks me up and places my ass on the shiny stainless-steel top. My legs open when he steps into them, he pulls my hips forward so I can feel his hardness.