Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Even worse, I’d had to drive from thirty minutes away to do it.
Last month, when I’d moved into my new place over by Quaid and Quincy, I’d thought it would be great.
But then I realized rather quickly that all the driving I was about to have to do was going to fuckin’ suck. It especially sucked when I was having to come in during the middle of the night for shit that couldn’t wait until my regularly scheduled shifts.
Needless to say, this was the last place I wanted to be.
And listening to Elliette, who just so happened to be here on the night she knew I was going out with my brothers, pissed me off.
Again, Elliette was a great girl. But sometimes she couldn’t read the fuckin’ room.
Like right now.
I didn’t want to talk.
I didn’t want to be here.
Yet, she just kept pushing.
“Why aren’t you drinking?” Elliette asked again.
I didn’t bother to answer.
Truthfully, I wasn’t planning on answering. I’d already told her twice that I was here for a reason.
Sure, I hadn’t told her that I was driving the drunks home. But she didn’t need to know my every life detail.
“He’s our designated driver,” Garrett said as he dropped into the seat beside me. “Water?”
“Water,” I grumbled. “I’m about four bottles short.”
I’d been thirsty for the last fuckin’ hour, but I hadn’t had a damn drop in my truck as I drove over here. And, unluckily for me, I’d hit traffic and had to sit on I-30 for thirty extra minutes.
“You still trying to hit a gallon?” he asked.
“I’m trying,” I answered him. “But…”
I trailed off because my heart seized inside my chest at the sight of the beautiful, raven-haired woman walking into the bar.
I would know that hair anywhere.
“Why are you trying to hit a gallon of water a day?” Elliette wondered.
I ignored her and stood up, making my way to the woman across the bar from me.
Shayne’s parents were Honduran and Italian.
Her long, black hair that hung down to her waist was a sleek curtain that covered nearly her entire back from view. But when she turned, and I got a look at the curves I loved so much, my heart started to pound.
She was here.
Her pale gray eyes lifted, and our gazes locked across the bar as I moved in her direction.
Though she didn’t smile, the relief on her face as she saw me moving toward her let me know that she cared. She cared a whole fuck of a lot.
She’d heard that I’d been hurt.
I mean, sure, she’d probably heard from my sister, who went out of her way to tell us both how stupid we were, that I was fine. But I knew, just as well as she did, that we wouldn’t have been okay until we saw for ourselves that the other was fine if the other had been hurt.
Her eyes narrowed when Elliette popped up beside me. “Where are you going?”
I ignored her and kept walking, losing her with my long stride in the crowded bar.
People didn’t move for her like they did for me.
And Shayne had my brother at her side, paving the way.
My heart literally ached at the sight of her.
God, she did things to my heart that would never be fully healed unless she was mine again.
And even then, there was a possibility that the guilt of letting her go would continue to eat away at me until I died.
“How’d you find me?” I asked the moment we were close enough.
She looked at me, then away from me at Elliette who popped up at my side, leaning into me.
I stepped away and Elliette stumbled.
“Give us a minute, please,” I said to Gable and Elliette.
Gable, being one of my smart brothers, snorted and caught Elliette by the arm.
As he was leaving I heard him say, “Why are you even here right now? You know that this is a guys’ night.”
Elliette’s reply was swift. “She’s here.”
The way she said ‘she’ made my teeth clench.
I didn’t know what Elliette’s deal with Shayne was, but it was getting pretty fuckin’ old.
Apparently, Shayne felt the same way because she said, “What’s her fuckin’ problem?”
She said it loud enough that Elliette turned.
Gable caught her arm and kept her moving.
I hooked my hand around Shayne’s waist and pulled her into me. “How’d you find me?”
“I went to your apartment.”
I winced. “I moved. Actually, I sent you the address. Remember?”
She frowned. “I don’t remember getting a text about an address change.”
I pulled out my phone and went to our messages, starting to scroll up.
I winced when I saw the red dot beside it that said ‘undeliverable.’
“Here it is,” I said. “It didn’t send. Stupid reception at the station. We’re in the middle of fuckin’ Dallas, and we can’t get a fuckin’ signal to save our lives sometimes.”
“The Angel Flight station doesn’t have very good signal either,” she admitted, her eyes staying on Elliette.