Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Hudon picks up the dollar bill, folds it in half, and then tucks it into his pocket with a nod, his expression soft. "You're a strange woman, Morgan Lott."
"Thank you."
He grins at me, then notices the rest of the cash in my hand. "What's that for?"
Is it just me, or does he seem leery?
"I need a favor."
He sighs heavily.
"Can you put this in an envelope and send it to Blaze?"
"For what?" Hudson growls, his eyes narrowed at me.
"For rent."
"You want to pay Blaze rent."
"Yes, except he doesn't want me to pay him rent, so I thought maybe if you sent it to him, he'd think he just got a bonus or something." It's the only way I can think of to get him to take my money. Every time I try to bring it up, he just tells me that it's not happening. He won't even discuss it with me!
Hudson throws his head back, laughing so loud, I think maybe he's lost his mind. But then he holds his hand out for the money. "Hell, yeah. I'll send it to him," he says with a grin. "I'll do that right now."
"Thank you," I say gratefully. Hudson is a great boss. I like him way better than Roger. He actually treats me like a person, even when he is grumpy sometimes.
"No problem, sweetheart. Why don't you head on home? I'll get this to your man, and I'm sure he won't be far behind you."
"Okay." I shrug, pretty sure I'm done here for the day anyway. But there's plenty I can do at home, like figure out how to cook, or actually make the bed for once, or try to figure out what Blaze bought in town the other day. He keeps moving it from place to place, like he doesn't want me to see whatever it is. It's driving me crazy!
Every time I think I've figured out his hiding spot, he changes it. I don't think he even wants to hide whatever it is at this point. I think he's just moving it to make me lose my mind.
I grab my tote bag from beside my desk and then head out, tipping my face up to the sun. Bishop and Wade are in the pasture, mending a fence. I wave as I walk by.
They both wave back.
Walker and Tanner stop arguing near the barn to say hi as I pass by them, and then go right back to their argument. I just smile, laughing to myself. God, I love it here.
This is home in a way that nowhere ever has been before. I never imagined sleeping in the stall would end up like this—with me feeling like I never want to leave. But that is how I feel.
Blaze was right. This is where I belong.
It's home.
I've checked every cabinet in the kitchen and am feeling under the couch when the front door bangs open behind me. I feel Blaze long before I see him. He's the sun, vast and bright.
"Hi," I chirp, yanking my hand out from under the couch. "I wasn't doing anything."
"Uh-huh," he growls, stomping toward me. "Stay right there."
"What? Why?"
"Because your ass is already in the air, so that'll save me the trouble of bending you over to spank the hell out of it."
"You are not spanking me," I gasp, sitting upright, even though my clit twitches at the thought of his hand on my ass. I like when he spanks me way more than I'm willing to admit.
"The hell I'm not," he snaps. And then he drops an envelope on the coffee table beside my head. I recognize Hudon's messy scrawl across the front, and I know I'm busted.
Dammit.
"What's that?" I ask, lying like the wind anyway.
"That," he growls, ripping his shirt off over his head, "is precisely what I'd like to know, Calamity."
"Never seen it before."
"Uh-huh." He pops the button on his jeans, and my gaze immediately falls to his hand. "And I'm guessing you didn't ask Hudson to deliver it to me, either, did you?"
"Who me? Never." I lick my lips, squeezing my thighs together, when he shoves his hand into his pants. Why am I so wet? We're supposed to be arguing.
He closes the distance in two seconds, hauls me up by the waist, and manhandles me over the side of the couch. My cheek presses to the leather, my ass in the air.
His hands clamp hard enough on my hips to make me yelp, but the sound fizzles out as he yanks my jeans straight down my legs, panties and all.
"We should talk about this!" I cry.
"No," he growls, his rough palm gliding up the back of my thigh.
"What happened to democracy?" I gasp, giggling and trying to kick him at the same time. "I get a voice, too!"
"Democracy doesn't live in this house," he snarls. "In this house, you do what I fucking say, Calamity." His palm lands against my ass like a gunshot.