Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 74022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
I admire that he wasn’t going to let her life be ruined because her parents didn’t want to care for her anymore.
They sound selfish to me.
Cassie was born with Cerebral Palsy. She has had constant care her whole life, and spends most of her time in a wheelchair, though she is slowly learning to strengthen her muscles and use a walker for little bits of the day. She has trouble controlling the muscles in her legs and also her hands. It doesn’t stop her, though. She’s determined, and beautiful, and smart as hell. She manages to read those books, no matter how hard it is for her at times.
She works hard to strengthen herself.
She’s determined that one day, she’ll not have to live with her brother, but on her own with a carer in her own place.
I admire her for that.
She’s an incredible human.
“I am,” I answer her. “I don’t really like it all that much, but it pays the bills.”
“You spend so much time here, it sucks you have to pay for a house you’re rarely in.”
I shrug but nod in agreement. She’s right; sometimes it would be easier to just sell it and get something cheaper, but I’m determined to give it my best shot. “That’s true, but I worked so hard for that house, parting with it feels like I’m giving up a piece of myself.”
Cassie smiles. “I can understand that. It’s good your ex-husband didn’t make you sell it, after all that.”
My ex-husband gave up on getting me to sell it, eventually. When he started seeing another woman and got distracted, I managed to get him to sign it over. He still got a lot, and he still doesn’t leave me alone. Neither does his little girlfriend. I’m grateful we never had kids, because I don’t think I could live with any child of mine spending time with people who behave like they do.
She has serious problems with me and is constantly starting fights or trying to cause problems. This encourages him, and then I end up with both of them on my back. It’s like a vicious, never-ending cycle. I left because he was becoming abusive, and now, when she gets in his ear, he tries even harder to get under my skin. Right now, he’s demanding I sell the car because he’s entitled to the money from it because I got the house.
So, it’s safe to say they’re a constant pain in my backside.
“Well, I guess he didn’t get much choice, it certainly doesn’t stop him from harassing me for other things. Even now.”
Cassie shakes her head, her eyes flashing in the same way Boston’s do. “That makes me so angry. He sounds like a pig. Him and his little girlfriend should go away.”
“You’re telling me. You want to go for a walk?”
She nods. “Yes, I would love to get outside. Take me past the park where those hot men are always working out.”
I laugh. “Sounds like a good plan to me.”
I help her out of the seat and into her chair, and once she’s settled in, I push her into the kitchen and gather up some morning tea before pushing her out the door and over the road onto the foot path, headed toward the park a few blocks down. Boston has made his house accessible for her chair, so everything is easy. He’s even got a car that makes it easy for me to take her out. He’s thought of everything, through, which is kind, because he has gone out of his way to make sure she’s comfortable.
He has a nice house, big, two stories. He’s basically set out the whole bottom level for Cassie with her own room, bathroom, living room and even a little library. The kitchen and washing room is all down there, so everything is easy to access. He lives upstairs with his own bedroom, bathroom and living room. He’s thought out what house he has purchased well, because it is one that allows them both their space, while living together. Although, like most of the men in the club, he isn’t home a great deal anyway.
“Oh,” Cassie says, pointing at a man jogging down the path. “He’s super cute!”
I laugh and study him. He is super cute. Tall, blond, well formed. We both watch him as he jogs past us and then break out into a fit of giggles. Very nice.
“You should have asked for his number.” Cassie giggles.
“Stop playing match maker, Cass, I told you. I’m not interested in men right now.”
“Not even my brother ...”
I snort, but my cheeks flush.
I won’t lie, being around Boston isn’t a difficult task. He’s gorgeous, and rugged, and mysterious, yet surprisingly easy to talk to. I’ve spent a few afternoons sitting and chatting with him. When he first offered me the job, I hesitated. I didn’t know what it would be like working for someone that was a member of a biker club. Not to mention he seemed mysterious, and quiet, and hard to read.