Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“What do I get if I do?”
She batted her beautiful lashes at me before saying, “I’ll cook my world-famous biscuits and gravy.”
My stomach chose that moment to rumble.
“Deal,” I said as I pulled the shirt off.
She cleared her throat and allowed her gaze to travel down the length of my chest.
“Any and all chance you had at fixing your relationship with her will be null and void if you let me do this.”
“She wasn’t anyone I ever wanted to keep,” I said as I backed toward the bedroom. “We never even slept together.”
Her brows lifted. “No?”
“Nope.” I laughed. “I told you she came over with one of my club buddies and left everything in hopes that she could ‘come get it.’ She’s not mine.”
I flipped him off.
“Not saying she wouldn’t jump me if given half a chance, though,” I teased as I threw my shirt over my shoulder.
Her eyes trailed down the length of my body. “All right, hubby. Get into position.”
My lips quirked at her words, and I went into the bedroom to grab a pair of socks.
I had just slipped them onto my feet and my feet into a pair of slippers when I heard, “What. The. Fuck?”
I came out of the bedroom pulling my shirt back on.
There was utter silence in the room following my entrance.
“What are you doing here, Audrey?” I asked when my head popped free of the fabric.
“I was, uh, coming to get my things. From when I left them here last week?”
The way she said it made it known that she’d left them behind, but in a way that was definitely sexual. Not in the platonic way she’d actually left them.
Though, I didn’t doubt that it was fully intentional on her part.
She knew what she was doing leaving that shit behind. Hell, I had no clue why she’d brought it all in, anyway.
“They’re boxed up and waiting on you,” I said. “Though, I let Eddy use your shower soap. I hope you don’t mind. We usually stay at her place.”
Audrey inhaled swiftly.
“You bitch,” Audrey whispered.
“I’ll go get the box,” Eddy said. “I need to put some panties on, anyway.”
When she disappeared into the kitchen to grab the sweats that she’d dropped earlier, I watched her go.
Only when she’d disappeared into the laundry room to ‘get dressed’ did Audrey draw my attention once again. “She’s an awful person, Weaver. You could do way better.”
I turned, giving Audrey my full attention. “She seems pretty great to me.”
“You don’t know her. She’s…”
“What the fuck are you doing here, dirtbag?” I heard yelled from the front of my yard.
I looked a little bit farther out the door to see Boone pulling up in his truck, Nettie half hanging out of the window and pointing at Audrey.
Her hair was wild, her makeup was smudged, and she was wearing that freshly fucked look that her sister was also wearing.
Boone, however, didn’t look nearly as pleased as I looked. He almost looked sick to his stomach.
It made me question whether he drank anymore yesterday after he’d left with Nettie.
That would explain the “near-death” look he had going on.
He pulled to a stop, and Nettie didn’t bother with the door. She crawled out through the window and fell straight into a pile of snow.
Eddy, who’d gotten to the door in time to watch that smooth move from her sister, started giggling.
If this situation wasn’t so bizarre, I might very well have laughed with her.
“Here are your things,” Eddy said as she placed the box on the porch railing and backed up into the warmth of the house. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go grab a cup of coffee for my sister.”
Speaking of her sister…
Nine
If you hate yourself, remember you are not alone. A lot of other people hate you, too.
—Nettie to Eddy
Eddy
“What. The. Fuck.”
I heard my sister’s voice from the kitchen where I was making coffee.
“Nettie,” I heard Boone caution her.
“Don’t you dare, Bart,” Nettie snarled. “This crazy heifer always shows up when she’s not wanted. And I can guarantee you she’s not wanted here right now.”
“Nettie…” Boone started again.
“Not talking to you anyway.” Nettie scowled. “Audrey, I swear to all that’s holy. Get a clue. Don’t harass Weaver. Don’t come crawling around when Weaver eventually has to tell you to get away from him. Don’t try to stick your claws into any other Dixie Wardens, I can tell you now they don’t want you as bad as you think they do. This is something that has always been a problem, and your daddy won’t save you forever if you keep pissing people off. Mainly me.”
“I was here to get my stuff,” Audrey defended herself.
“You definitely left it here on purpose, didn’t you?” Nettie accused.
I just shook my head, a smile on my face.
I walked to the kitchen to stare in at the contents of the fridge.