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)
I was quite fond of the curves she had before, but this new look, the more toned ass, and the yoga pants slicked over it—well, I kind of was into this look, too.
“What was the cost of the sword to have it made over there and shipped?” I asked, stripping my leather apron off and laying it against the table next to my hammer.
“A couple grand…” she hesitated. “Well, to be exact, it was around twelve thousand dollars, three of it was the shipping.”
I blinked.
“I can probably make that one for you for around five, but it’s not going to be quick,” I admitted. “I have about six ahead of you, and four of them are big projects.”
She shrugged. “That’s okay. Are you thinking before Christmastime, at least?”
I walked to the wall where my calendar—one of naked women from the waist up—and flipped through the months.
“You have about two and a half months until Christmas, and I expect these next builds to take me right on in to January…but I’ll see what I can do. I’m not promising anything,” I informed her. “Likely, I’ll overshoot January, too. But we’ll see.”
She blinked, then nodded in understanding. “I’d like to add my name to the list.”
My mouth kicked up in a semblance of a smile.
Then my first appointment showed.
Causing me to grimace.
“Yo!”
Verity jumped and turned only her head to look at the door that was at her back, and immediately stood.
“I should go,” she said hastily.
“Don’t worry about it,” I told her. “I’m sure you remember Eugene.”
Verity grimaced and waved.
Eugene was the spitting image of Kenneth. Seeing as they were twins, it wasn’t unheard of.
“H-hi, Verity,” Eugene looked apologetic. “I didn’t know you were going to be here.”
Verity shrugged her shoulders. “I didn’t either.”
Eugene offered her a shy smile, and I felt sorry for the both of them.
“Eugene isn’t the asshole that his brother is,” I told her. “Though, I’m sure you already know that. In secret, Eugene likes to tattle on his brother and slur his name.”
Verity snorted.
“I know,” she snickered. “I was on the receiving end of that one. And for the record, Eugene, I should’ve listened to you.”
My brows rose and Verity was quick to explain.
“Eugene here tried to talk me out of marrying Kenneth,” she smiled. “Though, I guess, technically, I did listen. I didn’t marry him, after all.”
Eugene smiled and moved further into the room, stopping at the table closer to me than Verity, and it was then that I saw what was really going on.
Eugene had a thing for her, but since she’d been with his brother, he’d put what he felt on the backburner.
And sadly, I became irrationally jealous over the fact that they had something that Verity and I did not.
We had one night of great sex, but Verity and Kenneth had been together for over a year. Eugene had to have known her a whole lot better than I did.
And I didn’t like that.
Not one single freakin’ bit.
“You want to go to lunch with us?” I asked, moving closer to her.
She blinked, looked from Eugene to me, and then nodded.
“Sure.”
“Weren’t you supposed to meet the girl who shall not be named?” Eugene said his first complete sentence since he’d gotten there.
That’d actually been the reason Eugene had come over. He was my scapegoat. The man that I was going to tell Destiny that I was heading to lunch with.
And what better way to get the fuck away from her with the man already here?
“Yeah,” I picked up my phone that was on the table by the door. “But I can just leave her shit outside.”
“Isn’t it her birth certificate and social security card?” Eugene started to snort, but when he saw that I was serious, he sobered. “You have to wait. You can’t leave stuff like that out on the porch. Anyone could take it.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Always the Boy Scout,” I mumbled. “I gotta take a shower anyway. I’ll do that, and you can wait for the devil to come, and you can give her her shit.”
“Who’s the devil?” Verity asked as she got up off her chair.
I looked down at her, my gaze momentarily getting lost in her eyes.
“Uhh,” I said as I came to the back steps. “Destiny.”
Verity blinked.
“You still let her come over here?” she asked incredulously.
I shrugged. “The day I caught her cheating on me, I kicked her out. I’ve been slowly going through everything, and if she wants it, she comes to get it on Thursday before the trash goes out on Friday. Most of the time I leave it by the curb, and she has to beat off the people that go through it. She asked specifically for her passport, birth certificate, and social security card, though. And I’m not that much of an ass, even though ol’ Eugene here thinks otherwise.”