Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Mine and Boone’s pride and joy.
Fuck them.
“What did you need?”
Seeing as we’d just left each other an hour ago, I never expected him to get in touch with me so fast.
We usually tried to give it a day or two.
We liked to pretend like we weren’t as addicted to each other as we actually were.
“I was hoping that you could come to my dad’s office for a little bit,” he said softly. “There are some things I need to tell you.”
Color me intrigued.
“I was about to have lunch with my sister and Weaver.”
“Bring them,” he suggested. “We’ll order food in.”
I looked over at Weaver, then offered lunch with Boone to him.
He eyed me curiously, knowing how we didn’t get along at all, but ultimately nodded his head. “You know your sister won’t care.”
“We will be there in ten minutes,” I said. “No fried food. It makes me want to vomit.”
There was a moment of silence and then, “Not pepperoni this time?”
“Nope. Pizza is perfectly fine this time,” I said, swallowing hard.
I hated that he remembered stuff like that.
I hated even more that I liked that he remembered stuff like that.
“What about steak?”
My favorite meal ever.
“I’d love it, but maybe next time,” I whispered quietly. “Done. Tell Weaver to text me what he’d like from Harvest.”
My brows flew up.
Harvest was my favorite place ever, but over an hour away.
“Boone…”
“Tell him to text me, Net.”
I swallowed hard and turned to Weaver once Boone had hung up. “He wants you to text him what you want from Harvest.”
Weaver’s mouth twitched. “Will do. I’ll get Eddy. You meet us there.”
I headed back to my car, not missing the two women who were watching me from a shop just down the road from where I’d parked my car.
I gave them both a finger wave and got in.
Gail turned her back on me.
Felicia flipped me off.
Bitch.
The drive to Sawyer’s office wasn’t long.
It was actually right in the middle of town, front and center right next to town hall.
Sawyer Windsor was a financial advisor and made so much money that it was scary.
He was the one that also helped me invest my own money, though I was sure I was small potatoes compared to his normal clients.
I parked next to Boone’s motorcycle and got out, heading for the front door.
I smiled at the receptionist but didn’t stop to talk to her.
She frowned at me questioningly, but I didn’t stop to explain.
I walked into Sawyer’s place of business so much without announcing myself that it was comical.
He might as well be my own father at this point, that was how much I visited him.
I loved Sawyer, and sometimes, I wished he were my own father. I liked to pretend sometimes what it would be like to have a father who cares, and not one that constantly told me I was going to hell for my sins.
But the shocking thing in all of this was that I would never want to take Sawyer away from Boone. Boone already had the fight of his life on his hands with his mother, and he didn’t even know it.
At least, I thought he didn’t know it.
I was shocked and surprised two minutes later when Boone explained the reason for my visit, “We’re setting up a sting that will catch my mother in one of about a hundred lies and fraud schemes that she set in motion when she married my father.”
I blinked.
Weaver and Eddy shifted in their seats, listening but not adding any input.
Weaver wouldn’t know what this meant, seeing as he didn’t know Gail Windsor. My sister and I, on the other hand…
“Start over,” I said. “Go to the very beginning.”
“After you left.” Boone’s voice broke, and he cleared it before continuing. “I listened. I looked into what you said.”
I frowned. “What did I say?”
I mean, logically I remembered some of what I said the day that I told Boone this wouldn’t work. But I couldn’t remember exact words. I’d said a lot of stuff. That, and I’d been highly emotional and refused to talk to him at all after I’d made the announcement. Mostly because I knew that if I heard him out, I’d stay. And I couldn’t stay. Not for my mental health.
“You said ‘she’s not who you think she is.’”
Yeah, I remembered saying that.
“Okay.”
“Dad had already been looking into her for a while,” he said. “But I hadn’t realized that at first. I was so broken inside that it took me a while to pull my head out of the darkness. I think it was about a year after you left that my mother said something that caught my attention.”
“What?” I breathed, my heart pounding.
“She made a comment to one of her doctors. She said, ‘just because you helped me out once doesn’t wipe the slate clean.’”
My stomach rolled.