Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Honest to God, sweetheart. Everything about you appeals to me. It did that night. It’s just that with my history, I have to think of my son. I’m not a kid anymore. When I get serious about a woman, I know the type of woman I want. Now, I fucked that up. I wanted more of you, but I did not know that you are all that you are. The minute I did, the regret was instant. I need you to believe that. I ran after you to get your number because I wanted more of you. You don’t know me, but I don’t do that when it comes to women I sleep with for fun. They come to me and sometimes I bite, sometimes I don’t.” He pauses for a minute then lets out a sigh. “If you hold onto that steering wheel any harder, it’s going to snap in two,” he chastises quietly.
“I’m just wondering if you actually believe the shit you’re trying to shovel me,” I hiss.
“You can’t deny I ran after you, Harper. Everything I’ve said is true.”
“Maybe in your mind.”
“It is,” he insists.
“Whatever. Do you know what I recall the most?” I ask, my brain replaying that morning over and over in my mind.
“What’s that?”
“You say you ran after me because you wanted more of me, but all I can remember is you calling me a stupid cunt.”
“Fuck, baby, I—”
“Do you really expect me to believe in what you are saying after that, Hunter?”
“No, but what I do want is for you to remember how good we were that night.”
“I don’t—”
“And maybe allow a little grace for a man who just had his chance of having children again greatly reduced by a woman he wanted to fuck again, so he didn’t have care to his words and let his anger run free.”
“Or maybe, that man is just a complete asshole and proved that the entire morning.”
“I know I have to earn your forgiveness. I’m just asking you to give me that chance.”
“I don’t want to get food with your son, Hunter. Besides, I’m full from the picnic. I’m also not ready to spend extended time with you alone.”
“Sweetheart—”
“I’m sorry, Hunter. The most I can tell you right now is that I’m willing to talk to you and see if we can build a bridge for the sake of Skull and Torch, because I care about them. Plus, honestly, I like King. I want to help him rebuild your club. That’s as much as I can handle right now.”
“I’ll take it,” he says at once, surprising me.
“Okay,” I answer, and it’s whacked as shit, but a part of me is upset that he gave up so easily. God, my head is a mess.
“I only have one question. How are we supposed to talk and learn to trust one another if you aren’t willing to spend time with me?”
“I said extended time alone. Maybe we can meet at places of my choosing and most likely I will have others around me. We’ll see how that goes first,” I tell him, wondering if he’ll even agree. I don’t know if I want him to at this point, or if I’m praying that he will refuse.
“It’s a deal,” he murmurs.
“Okay,” I whisper quietly, like an idiot.
“Can I come by the garage tomorrow?” he asks at once.
“No.”
“Baby, I can’t make amends if you won’t give me a chance.”
“I won’t be there, Hunter.”
“Can I ask where you’ll be?” he asks carefully.
I give him a look. He surprises me by smiling and throwing his hands up. “Okay, okay. So maybe, the next day?”
“Fine. Come by around one. That’s when I usually take my lunch break.”
“I’ll bring some takeout. What would you like?” he asks.
“Surprise me,” I mutter.
“I’ll do my best,” he promises.
I take him back to the club and we don’t really talk. I’m too busy praying I’m not making a horrible mistake.
I have a bad feeling that I am.
Chapter 6
BB
It has been a shit day.
This is not how today was planned out in my head. Today should be fucking unbelievably good. Nope, I’m heading to Beau’s garage in a fucking horrible mood. I didn’t take my time to figure out what to bring Beau for lunch. I didn’t do shit to make it special. Instead, I’m bringing a pizza and two bologna sandwiches from Jack’s.
Jack’s is a fast-food place inside a gas station. It’s great food, sure, but it’s basically truck stop kind of fare. There’s nothing special about it. It will fill you up. The only thing about the bologna is that it’s fried to perfection and is smothered in mustard and cheese. I don’t even know if Beau likes mustard and cheese. Hell, I don’t even know how she feels about bologna. That’s the reason I bought the pizza too. I have the sandwiches often. On the menu, which is basically on a big board above the counter where you order, there’s a bold black header that reads, sandwiches. Under that there’s a list of the different types they have. Somewhere in the middle you find “Loads of Bologna”, that’s it. That’s what I ordered to impress a girl I really want to think the best of me. I need to pull out all the stops to get an in with the girl that I slammed the door on. I want to try and win over the girl who I’m pretty sure could be the girl … and I bring her a fucking bologna sandwich.