Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
My stomach rolls.
He says something else through that cheeky grin and she laughs out loud.
Fuck, he knows her. He’s been in the Escape lounge with her.
How many nights has he spent with her?
Stop it. It doesn’t fucking matter anyway.
I watch on for another thirty minutes as he and his friends talk, drink, and check out the occasional girl who walks past them.
He’s a player. His friends are players, and even though I knew this all along, it kind of sucks to have proof. He shakes everyone’s hand and heads toward the door.
Is he meeting her out the front?
Shit.
Unable to stop myself, I put my tray down on the nearest table and follow him out. Luckily, the bouncers are talking to a group of men and are distracted, leaving me to walk around the corner and into the shadows without being noticed.
I stand in the silence and watch him walk across the road alone. The lights flash on his luxury car as he unlocks it and hops in.
I stand in the silence as I watch his Aston Martin pull out of the parking lot and drive away down the deserted, dark street.
I look down at myself in shame. I’m dressed in next to nothing, wearing a wig and pink sunglasses. Reality sets in. There will never be anything between us. He lives the fast life and I live the life of a married woman… only, there is no husband.
Who was I kidding?
“Cameron,” I whisper softly into the darkness. “I wanted you to be my escape man.”
I sit with my elbows on the kitchen table as I try to focus my eyes. I’m so tired after only four hours sleep. To make matters worse, I’m in surgery all morning. Well, I’m not actually in surgery. I’m in the watch room, which is boring because you can’t actually see anything.
Owie sits on my lap as he eats his breakfast. I’m missing my little man, working all these hours. I have to keep reminding myself that this is for him and his future. Jenna is up, dressed, and acting all perky. She even has makeup on and her hair done. I frown as I watch her flit merrily around the kitchen.
“What’s wrong with you?”
She smirks. “What?”
I glance at the clock. “It’s 7am and you are up.” I frown as I try to articulate my thoughts. “And you’re ready.”
She smiles. “So?”
I frown. “It’s weird, isn’t it Owie?” I kiss the top of his little head.
He nods as he keeps eating.
She stands on her tiptoes to look through the kitchen window, out to the house next door. I rub my eyes as I try to wake up, and put Owie down on the chair. I go and stand next to her at the window and look out to see what, exactly, she is looking at.
A handsome blonde man is working on the fence.
I look at her and raise my eyebrows. “And who is he?”
“He’s our new neighbor.”
“Is he?”
We both watch him through the window.
“And what is our new neighbor’s name?” I ask.
“Elliot.”
“Elliot,” I repeat. “And where did you meet Elliot?”
“At the park,” Owie interrupts.
“Owie, eat your breakfast,” Jenna replies.
My mouth drops open. “You’re going to the park to meet neighbors now?”
She shakes her head. “No, he was just there with his niece. It was a coincidence.”
I smile as I turn my attention back to him sitting on top of the fence. He really is kind of hot.
“How convenient,” I mutter.
Jenna sips her coffee as she watches him. “It was a bit.”
“And what’s Elliot’s story?” I ask as I flick the kettle on. “Apart from being all rugged mountain-man like and a fence fixer.”
“He’s just bought the house next door and is renovating it.”
I dunk my teabag in the cup. “And?”
Her eyes hold mine and she smirks. “And he’s single.”
I smile broadly and raise a brow. “Once again, very convenient.”
She raises her eyebrow. “That’s what I thought.”
We both turn our attention back to him. He’s wearing a red and black flannel shirt, has a few-days growth, and his blonde hair is shaggy. He’s hammering something into the fence. We watch him for a minute.
“You should probably be a good neighbor and take him out a cup of coffee.”
She smiles into her cup. “I really should, shouldn’t I? It would be rude not to.”
“And cookies,” Owie interrupts.
Jenna smiles and I get out another cup.
“How did last night go?” she asks.
I roll my eyes. “Guess who’s a member?”
She frowns. “Who?”
I raise an eyebrow.
Her mouth drops open. “Fuck off,” she mouths.
“Nope.”
“Did he see you?”
I shake my head again and glance at Owie eating his breakfast as he watches the morning cartoons on television.
“Oh my God,” she whispers as she leans in so Owie can’t hear her. “Was he with anyone?”
“Not last night, but obviously he’s been before.”
Jenna’s eyes widen as she bites her bottom lip. “I have no words.”