Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Definitely Irish.
The more upset or animated he got, the more the accent appeared.
Noted.
Truth walked to the door and watched the two men, while I sat in my spot and contemplated asking him if he was related to the Irish mob.
By the time he retook his seat, I realized that he was too upset and pissed off to broach the subject.
Maybe tomorrow when he didn’t look like he could crush the beer bottle he was holding with one hand.
This scary, pissed off Truth was actually quite appealing. However, I didn’t continue to chatter because I knew he didn’t want to hear my overactive mouth talking. Not at that moment, anyway.
So I sat there, in silence, while he tried to compose himself.
Which took all the way until our food was brought over.
“Wow,” I murmured. “You weren’t kidding. It’s huge.”
His mouth twitched as he picked up his knife and fork.
“I think you said that our first night together, too.”
I snorted a laugh, and then enjoyed the most scrumptious steak I’d ever had in my life.
Chapter 5
I’m all about meaningful things in life: sex, ass grabs, surprise candy bars, and kisses.
-Verity’s secret thoughts
Verity
You know those people who go to the gym and you just know that they’re not really there to work out?
Those girls who prance around smiling in their cute little leggings with the perfectly cut holes in the thighs with the matching little sports bra, with their perfectly made up faces and perfectly coiffed hair?
“You can’t trust them,” I told Randi as sweat dripped down my face. “They’re not here to work out. I don’t think I’ve seen that one,” I pointed to a brunette with tits the size of cantaloupes, “do a single thing but flirt with that guy by the bench press machine.”
“That guy’s gay,” Randi observed as she sucked back her water in between pants. “I wonder if she knows she’s barking up the wrong tree.”
I placed the weights down, and spun around so I wasn’t facing the mirror, scrutinizing the play-by-play between the two in front of us.
“That woman is under the impression that she can get him anyway,” I surmised as I realized what I was seeing. “That’s Tessie. She’s a bitch and she knows exactly who that man is. I take a class with both of them, and the majority of the time he comes in with his boyfriend, Todd.”
Randi sighed. “Why am I here with you if you take a boot camp in the morning?”
Because I didn’t want to get fat…or fatter.
“You know why,” I told her, spinning around and returning to my set.
Today was arm day.
I was doing three sets of ten on the bench press. Curls, triceps, and butterflies before I walked another two miles around the track outside that circled the building.
“I know, but you’ve already lost a good twenty pounds since the wedding. You look good. I don’t see why you’re trying as hard as you are.”
I didn’t, either.
Only that working out had been the turning point that got me through a lot of lows. Canceling trips to Hawaii were hard when the trips were being utilized at the time.
Then there was the hotel stays and car rentals. Venues and other fun stuff that I had to get my money back on.
So yes, it’d been a trying few months, and working out had been the balm that soothed my soul and kept me from eating when I got frustrated.
Though, I had a lot of appreciation for my trainer, Emily.
She was the bomb and encouraged me to try my hardest even when I didn’t think I had anything left.
“Whoa,” Randi said in surprise. “The best-looking beard I’ve seen on the continent of North America just walked in here. Oh, and look! Your girl just left the gay dude. She’s in hot pursuit.”
I turned, ready to see this beard, and froze.
“That’s Truth,” I murmured softly.
Softly enough that I wouldn’t bring attention to my position.
Maybe if I didn’t move, he wouldn’t notice my bright neon green yoga capris that were likely stained with sweat around my ass.
“I know it’s the truth,” Randi said. “I called it first.”
I rolled my eyes.
Randi and I played a game. It was simple, really. The first one to call the beard—kind of like a game of slug bug—got to punch the other.
I held up my hand when she reared back.
“No,” I stopped her. “That’s Truth,” I hissed. “The man I slept with.”
Her eyes widened, and she threw a hand over her mouth to stifle the scream.
“Oh, my God,” she gasped. “The man that rocked your socks off?”
I nodded my head.
“That’s the one.”
She moved to stand in front of me, and gestured for me to finish my set with a wave of her hand.
I laid down and picked up the bar, thinking about the man who was likely getting the brunette gym bunny’s phone number.