Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
"Are you sure you want to sell this house?"
"I won't know until you tell me what I can get for it. I have a place in Mercy that's close to the shop. This place is just here, going to waste."
"But land like this is hard to come by. I know the deal with your mom fell through, but maybe hold onto this place. Since we are close to Cincinnati, maybe we can use it like a retreat or bed and breakfast. I'd go more for a space of peace for creatives."
"What do you mean?"
"Look out there." Her gaze shifts to the vast grasslands beyond the back fence. "The fence looks like it was made with Lincoln logs."
"That's because it has to be heavy enough and high enough to keep out any bucks that wander too close to the house. I don't have any pets or livestock, so that limits the amount of coyotes and bobcats that may come around. There's a raccoon or opossum every once in a while, but it's mostly quiet."
"I hope you didn't think I have a problem with it. I love the aesthetic. It's a very rustic piece of land where people who want some space outside of the noise of the city can come and gaze into the stars. You have plenty of room to put a tiny house on the property, too. That's if you don't want anyone staying in the main house."
"It sounds like a lot of work. I already run the shop, but I'll think about it. In the meantime, go inside and rest, Maddie. Did you speak to your family to let them know where you are and that you're safe?"
"Yes, I did. I just have to figure out a way to get my car to my dad's place. He said he can have a guy come pick it up and junk it."
"Is that what you want, Maddie? To junk the car?"
She raises her shoulders up and down, her gaze still fixed on the land beyond the fence. "It's important to me because my mom taught me how to drive in that car. As a matter of fact, she taught me and my older sister, Mackenna, and Dad taught our youngest sister, Mariah, in that car. Then they gifted it to me once I turned eighteen and graduated."
"How would you feel if I said your car's out of that ditch and sitting in my shop right now?"
"What do you mean? How did you even find it? Are you serious, Chase?"
I sidle up beside her. "As serious as this tree leaning on my back door. I was going to head into town about the backhoe when I remembered I have a flatbed tow truck. I don't use it often, but it's there. I spotted the tire tracks where someone spun out, and voila. There she was, tits up in the ravine on the side of the road."
Maddie giggles. "I did leave her exposed, didn't I?"
"Yup, like a stripper at a birthday party. But yeah, I hauled her back into my shop. I'm certain there's a warranty of sorts where if anything goes wrong with the work you get done at Chase's Auto Body, you get to bring it back to be repaired."
She smirks, her eyes lighting up. "I didn't think warranties like that existed for damage done by stubborn owners who didn't think to replace her bald tires and decided to test their range during one of the most powerful storms we've seen this year."
I smile, belatedly realizing I’ve been doing that a lot lately since meeting her. For someone who’s known for scowling even when happy, I find myself often grinning like a fool in front of Maddie. "It's a good thing that I have a guy who's really cool with the boss."
"Seriously, Chase. I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me."
"I think I have a way you can thank me," I tell her as my mind battles my body against the lust resurging through my veins.
She's sore, fucktard.
She dragged herself through debris then let you fuck her every which way last night. She doesn't need a round two. She needs to rest.
"If that way ends up with me tits up instead of my car, then you have my attention," she replies.
"We're never going to get anything finished if you say things like that."
"You're the one seducing me as a Good Samaritan because why are you this helpful and grumpy? And how have we never crossed paths before?"
That draws a hearty laugh out of me. "I have no idea, but I'm glad your car shook, rattled, and rolled into my shop."
"I know that song. It's in one of my favorite movies of all time."
That piques my interest. "It's impossible we're thinking about the same thing. I feel like I'm the only guy on the planet who watches old eighties movies. If we're talking about the same movie, whodunnit?"