Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
She never ceased to confuse and amaze me so I shouldn’t be surprised. My only question now was what was I going to do about this new turn of events. Just because she was free didn’t mean that I should just jump in there. There were still a lot of good reasons why I maybe shouldn’t go there, one being that either she or I would kill the other within a week. Besides I may not wish to acknowledge it, but she might be really broken up by this bullshit.
Out the corner of my eye I saw the set of her face. Whatever she was her heart wasn’t broken. I know, she’d be surprised at how well I know her and her many moods. She was pissed and maybe her feelings were hurt a little, but her heart hadn’t been engaged, thank fuck. Something inside me relaxed for what felt like the first time in weeks. Ever since I’d first heard about her upcoming wedding to be exact. I pulled myself up and back from where my thoughts were going. Still I couldn’t help but be pleased that at least her heart hadn’t been involved.
Why that should matter to me I didn’t want to look at too closely. I’d put that shit behind me once and for all and wasn’t in any hurry to revisit, that way lies trouble. All I want to do is get her home and go back to the safety of my own abode where I can forget this little encounter in a glass of scotch. Please just let that be the way it goes. I totally ignored the little voice in my head that told me this was it. I chalked it up to being tired and overworked. There was no way that in my right mind I would even contemplate what I was. Hadn’t I promised myself a long time ago to never go there?
I’d had a bitch of a day with a sick calf on my hands and we were right in the middle of breeding season, maybe that’s why my defenses were so low. As she sat silently beside me, her face mutinous and her hands clenched, I felt my ire rise. I didn’t have time to be rescuing daddy’s little princess who’d got her feelings hurt because the boy she wanted, wanted someone else. I wanted to yell at her to grow the hell up, but there was no real justification for my anger. Well not any that would make sense to her or anyone else anyway. For me I knew only too well form whence my rising anger stemmed. She’d been about to marry another man.
For the first time since I’d heard the news I let myself dwell on it for more than a second. Would I really have let her go through with it? What the fuck kinda question was that? I was afraid I knew only too well. Why now? Why was this shit coming to a head and in such a way? I’d been prepared to let her have her life, to never muddy those waters so to speak. But here lately it seems that life has been conspiring against me.
I didn’t like that she’d been hurt, I should kick Joel’s ass for messing her over like that. See, ten minutes in her company and I’m already stupid. What business was it of mine? She wasn’t my responsibility, what she did with her life had nothing to do with me. Yeah Grant, and she’d been ready to marry another man just remember that. But this couldn’t be easy for her, not for a girl with her pride; a girl accustomed to getting her way in life.
If she was deserving of this I wouldn’t have even come after her, but for all that she’s a royal pain, she didn’t warrant the humiliation this was gonna cause her. I knew enough about my little girl to know that she took things very deeply and something like this could really throw her. I didn’t know the whole story though, and it’s always been my experience that when dealing with Camille there was always more than the eye could see.
Joel was an ass to begin with, no way he wanted the little librarian over this one, but then again everyone has a type. And come to think of it, he seemed genuinely concerned for the girl back there so it might be more than just a case of getting caught with his pants down. Maybe he really did have feelings for the girl, but in that case, he shouldn’t have asked this one to marry him. And none of that has anything to do with you Grant, stay the hell out of it.
I wish to hell it was that easy, but as I sat there next to her doing an illegal ninety on the highway, I somehow knew that the winds of change had shifted. Even my thoughts were working against me, because they kept circling back to her and what this could all mean. After years of fighting it, it seems I was now painted in a nice little corner.