Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Lincoln rounded on Sharpe. “You got fuckin’ time for whatever I tell you to have time for.”
Sharpe threw his tool down with a loud clack against the concrete. “Fuck you.”
“Oh gosh,” Casey sighed, closing the door on them.
No one wanted to see what was about to happen next.
Casey’s departure was bittersweet as he walked him back to the front door.
He kissed his cheek one final time before Galan ushered him into his black Lincoln sedan.
They followed behind the moving truck and Thorn watched until they’d cleared the gates.
He was going to miss Casey living there, but he was also glad he was happy and content and only moving a few miles away.
Movement drew Thorn’s gaze as a gangly, tall man stepped out of an Uber at the edge of his driveway.
He tilted his head back to take in the mansion before he walked slow, hesitant steps toward the porch.
The closer he got, the more Thorn had to lift his eyes. He was definitely tall.
He wasn’t GQ-runway gorgeous, but he was handsome in an everyday kind of way. He had a five o’clock shadow and it wasn’t even noon yet, a crooked nose, average build, and a slightly awkward posture.
But his smile was shy, and his blue eyes exceptionally kind.
Thorn recognized him from the email the night before. One of his potential new gentlemen.
“Mr. Blackwell?” the man asked.
Thorn nodded.
“I’m Malachi, um…Jonah gave me your card.”
Thorn’s heart stirred. With his good arm, he extended his hand toward the foyer and said warmly, “Please come in. Welcome to Belladonna.”
The End