Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13385 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13385 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
“So overdramatic,” Beau drawled, draping his arm around my shoulder. I jumped in surprise and then narrowed my eyes at him. He grinned and released me. “No beer won’t kill you.”
“Maybe it will,” I muttered.
Beau snorted and clapped me on the back before looking at Elliot. “You’ve got fifteen minutes before the women and kids show up. Think you can make it to the store and back in that time?”
He was already sprinting for his truck. I quietly laughed.
“If he wouldn’t catch a public indecency charge for not wearing pants, he probably wouldn’t ever remember to wear those either,” I muttered.
Beau barked out a laugh before he walked away, heading into the clubhouse. I sighed and focused back on the task at hand—lighting this fucking grill.
And also wait for Selma to show up.
three
Remi
I walked out of the clubhouse with a can of beer in my hand. Elliot had managed to make it back to the clubhouse right before the women showed up. His wife, Harbor, had taken one look at him and shook her head. But Elliot just flashed her a wide smile that melted the irritation off her face in an instant.
The grill was going, the steaks had been put on, and the smell of good food was filling the air. It was a perfect day, really. The sun was out. The kids were running around, laughing and squealing. The women were getting time to themselves, while us guys put ourselves on kid duty.
Looking down, I pulled up on the tab of the can, that satisfying sound of my can opening filling the air. I lifted my head just in time to see Selma right in front of me, looking down at her phone and rapidly typing away at it. I cursed, my beer dropping from my hand and smacking to the ground just as she crashed into me.
My hands latched onto her upper arms, and her phone hit the ground with a crack that had me cringing. Fuck, that sounded like an expensive break.
Why did we keep meeting like this?
She opened her mouth to apologize, but then it snapped shut, anger crossing her features. “You again?” she sneered.
I sighed. “Sweetheart, you crashed into me,” I reminded her. I looked pointedly at my spilled beer. “I had to drop my beer to catch you.”
She cringed then, casting her eyes down to the ground where my beer was seeping into the dry ground. “Sorry,” she muttered. I released her, and she took a quick step back. Crouching, I grabbed the ruined beer and her phone. The screen was shattered. I held it out to her. She blew out a harsh breath, running her finger over the screen. “Great,” she grumbled.
“I’ll get you a new phone,” I blurted before I could even think about what I was offering. She arched a brow at me. Fuck, this woman was cool as a cucumber, and something about the way she seemed to almost look down on me, as if I was beneath her, nothing more than dirt on the bottom of her shoe, had my cock hard as a rock behind my zipper. “Call it an apology gift for me almost running you over earlier, which I’m really fucking sorry about, by the way.”
A small smile tilted her lips, and something sassy lit up her eyes. My heart skipped a beat in my chest. Christ, this woman had me wrapped around her finger. Had barely spoken more than a few words to her, and I was already done for.
I was going to lose my bet with Elliot, and I didn’t even fucking care. We’d made a bet—two hundred dollars—that I wouldn’t fall in love within a year. Two hundred dollars was nothing if it meant I got to keep this spitfire of a gorgeous blonde standing in front of me.
“I want the most expensive Android phone available on the market,” she told me.
I nodded once. “Done.” I took a step back, a smirk tilting my lips when her jaw dropped. She gaped at me.
“I was only joking!” she exclaimed.
I winked at her. “I already said done, sweetheart. I’ll have the phone for you tomorrow morning.” I held up my ruined beer, not even upset about it. Dropping that beer had given me the opportunity I needed to talk to her and make things right—set us on the right path so I could have her as mine. And I would make her mine—no doubt about that. “And don’t worry about how I’ll find you.” I smirked at her. “I have my ways.”
With that, I spun on my heel and walked over to the guys, a shit-eating grin tilting my lips. Elliot cackled and held his hand out, wiggling his fingers. “Give me my money, fucker.”
I snorted and pulled out my wallet, slapping two hundred dollars in his hand without even putting up a fight. Because I knew it as well as they did.