A Real Goode Time – The Badd Brothers Read online Jasinda Wilder

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Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)

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A Real Goode Time - The Badd Brothers

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Rhys Frost—he’s literally too good to be true. Tall, dark, and so handsome, with big strong grease-stained and work-roughed hands, a brilliant smile, and a heart of gold. He’s patient. He’s funny. And he wants me. He wants to do things to me that I’ve never even dared fantasize about.
The problem is, I’m a virgin, and I haven’t told him.
I found Torie Goode on the side of the road in a torrential downpour, looking like a sad wet rat. Then I got a better look at her, and I realized I had a woman of truly breathtaking beauty in the passenger seat of my old CJ-7. Somehow, I managed to let myself get lured into a road trip with a gorgeous, tantalizing woman…who was, for some reason, reticent to let things go anywhere between us, physically. She’s hiding something. And we’re alone in a car for hours on end, days on end. Connecticut to Alaska, to be exact.
I want her.
She wants me.
I just need to figure out what her hold up is, and how to get past it…and what to do if and when I do.
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“Tor, this is stupid.” My roommate, Leighton, was sitting on my bed watching me shove random shit into a backpack. “Just ask your sister for a plane ticket. How far do you think you’re gonna get on three hundred bucks? Jillie and me can manage your part of the rent, and my cousin said she’ll take your room ’til you come back, so that’s no problem. So we’re fine. But three hundred bucks? If you’re lucky, you’ll make it to Cleveland, and that’s a big “if.” You’re a beautiful twenty-year-old girl, Torie. And you’re gonna hitchhike to Alaska?”

Leighton pretended to talk into her cell phone, “Oh, hi, Mr. Serial Killer. Yes, I’m hitchhiking from New Haven to Alaska all by myself.”

I rolled my eyes at her. “Leighton, quit worrying. I’ll be fine.”

“You’re talking as if you’re taking an Uber,” Leighton replied.

Leighton was somewhat prone to dramatics.

Short, with short platinum blond hair and blue eyes and a curvy figure I’d kill for, Leighton was a bit of an alarmist and a whole lot of pessimist. She had a black belt in two martial arts, and she’d tried several times to get me to go to classes with her, but I didn’t like the idea. I just wanted to believe that good karma and good luck would be with me. I’d never been mugged, or worse, walking to my car from the restaurant where I worked. When my car gave up the ghost a few months ago, I started biking everywhere. The trip from work to home is two-plus miles each way, and I’ve never had cause for concern.

Jillie, my other roommate, arrived at that moment—Jillie was the bridge between Leighton and me. Where Leighton was always ready for the worst, and overprepared for everything, I was a little too easygoing, never prepared for anything, and took things as they came. I was tall and thin with jet-black hair and had basically no curves at all. Jillie wasn’t blasé and a procrastinator like me, but she didn’t see the worst in everything like Leighton—she was the epitome of a peacemaker, really—and was medium height, medium build, with brunette hair.

“You’re really going through with this?” she asked, sitting beside Leighton on my bed.

“I have to,” I said. “It’s my sister’s wedding. I have to be there.”

“Yeah, but…just ask them to fly you in. There’s no shame in accepting help from your own family.” Jillie eyed my backpack. “That’s all you’re taking?”

I sighed and set my backpack down on the floor and sat beside it. “You don’t know what my family is like.”

Leighton and Jillie both rolled their eyes at me, in near-unison. “Yes, we do,” Leighton said. “We’ve both met your mom, and all your sisters. And they’re nice. They love you. They wouldn’t think twice about flying you up for Lexie’s wedding.”

I shook my head. “You don’t understand. They’re all successful. Even my younger sister is more successful than me. I’m such a failure. I can’t even afford a plane ticket for my own sister’s wedding, and it would just kill me to ask them for help.”

“You’re twenty, Tor. That hardly makes you a failure. You’re just getting started in life.”

I rolled a shoulder, uncomfortable with this line of conversation. “I hate asking for, or accepting, help. Especially from my sisters. I can figure this out on my own…and I will.”

“I just don’t know that this is the smartest way to try to get to Alaska,” Jillie said. “It really is asking for trouble.”

“What she really means is this is fucking idiotic and you’re going to get raped and murdered. We’re going to find out when you’re on the evening news, or worse yet, we won’t find out at all because you’ll just vanish.”

“Well, shit, Leighton,” I groaned. “Thanks for that.”

“You can’t just wander out of here and hope good luck and positive thoughts will keep you safe, sweetie,” Leighton said. “Walking, hitchhiking, whatever…is stupid. You’re going to ALASKA, not New York. If you were like, I’m hitchhiking to New York; I’d be like, go girl. But you’re talking about motherfucking ALASKA, clear across the continent, and halfway to the North fucking Pole.”

I laughed. “It’s not halfway to the North Pole, Ley.”

“Yeah-huh, it is. Look at a map. From where we are to Alaska, you’re closer to the North Pole than you are the Equator.”

“Whatever. I’m doing it.” I pawed through my backpack—two pair of jeans tightly rolled, four T-shirts, a sports bra just in case, some shorts for sleeping in, a handful of thongs wadded up into a ball at the bottom, some feminine hygiene products, hairbrush, my phone charger, half my cash rolled up into a rubber band, a pair of sandals, a bath towel, a few pair of socks, some protein bars, a box of mixed nuts in individual snack packs, and my dad’s old Leatherman; I didn’t own any kind of formal wear, so I’d just borrow something from one of my sisters or Mom when I got there. I would wear my heavy boots and a thick hoodie, and the rest of my cash would be in my pocket, along with my license. I had exactly three hundred and twenty-nine dollars to my name and a brand-new passport; I didn’t know you had to have a passport to go to Canada until Mom told me. Luckily, I was able to get a quick turnaround on it. I’d never been anywhere in my life, and having this passport made me realize what a big world we all live in.