Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
I don’t know what I expected to see when I opened the door, but it wasn’t a woman with blue hair and a septum piercing the size of a literal bull ring.
No joke, it was so large that it had to inhibit her breathing.
The woman blinked owlishly at me. “Uhhh.”
“Is there a reason that you’ve rang that doorbell so many times?”
She bit her lip, and the septum ring dragged against her teeth. “Is Gentry here?”
It angered me that someone else was calling him by my nickname.
“He’s not,” I decided on the simple truth. “What can I help you with? I’m his wife.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You’re what?”
Okay, so I didn’t like people thinking that we were divorced.
It annoyed me.
I wasn’t divorce material.
I would’ve made him damn happy had everything between us been real.
I would’ve bent over backward to make a man like Gentry happy. He was that good of a man.
“I’m. His. Wife,” I said. “Is there a reason you’re here? And how did you get past the gate, anyway?”
She opened and closed her mouth like a fish. “Uh, you and Gentry are married?”
I tilted my head. “Are you having trouble understanding English? Should I switch to dumbass?”
Okay, so maybe I was angry that she was here.
I should probably cool it, but my god. The woman had to be terrible to make a grown man run away.
Literally.
“If you live here, where’s your car?” she accused.
What did she think, she was a detective?
“In the garage, although I fail to see how that is any of your business.” I shrugged. “Now, let’s talk about how you hopped over a locked fence, walked down the length of the driveway—which is a mile long, might I add—and then hopped another fence?” I asked. “All without knowing what kind of animals are here. Because I have a very reactive dog that doesn’t respond well to intruders.”
The woman narrowed her eyes. “Then maybe you should have that dog put down if random people showing up alarms him.”
I gritted my teeth and was about to launch into a diatribe the likes she’d never seen or heard before when dust kicking up on the gravel driveway caught both of our attention.
As the vehicle coming toward us got closer, the black and yellow wording became clearer and clearer.
“Ahh, there’s Sheriff Black now.” Kelly Waller sounded smug.
I wanted to throat punch her. Or maybe I’d pop her in that nose, accidentally pull that stupid ass bull ring out.
The sheriff’s cruiser pulled to a stop outside of the fenced-in area, and he frowned when he saw the two of us standing on the porch. Me blocking the door with a pissed-off expression on my face, and Kelly Waller, the fucking trespasser, looking smug as fuck.
Her and her box-dye self needed to get lost.
Sheriff Black got out of the cruiser and took two cautious steps toward us.
I was sure it was never a good idea to approach pissed-off women.
But it was his job, after all.
“Black.” I smiled sweetly at the sheriff. “Could you escort this woman off our property?”
I’d never met the man in my life.
I’d seen him around, of course.
It was impossible not to notice him in a town the size of the one we lived in.
Not to mention I had a staring problem when it came to my husband, and Black was often with Gentry.
Black cleared his throat and said, “I thought I told you to wait at the gate?”
Kelly smiled. “I did. But it got awfully cold, so I decided a nice walk would be wonderful.”
Black didn’t look impressed. “There was a reason that I told you to wait at the gate. Firstly, because you don’t just walk into people’s property and expect to make it out alive. This is Montana, not Oregon. You will get shot. Secondly, there’s a traumatized dog that lives on this property. He doesn’t react well to strangers.”
Kelly’s face fell slightly. “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.”
“It is, though,” Black insisted. “And I wouldn’t lie to you about this. I asked you to stay in your vehicle. As it is, I’m trespassing, too. But I was fucking worried you’d get mauled out here on your own.”
I smiled sweetly at the sheriff. “You know you’re always welcome, Black.”
Black’s eyes sparkled.
I was sure he knew Gentry and my background. He probably knew exactly what I was doing here, and he likely knew exactly what I was playing at.
There was no way that Gentry held his disdain for this woman in check.
She seemed very entitled and likely hadn’t ever suffered the consequences of her actions.
Speaking of consequences of her actions, one of those consequences came running up from the field to my left and started barking and snarling on the other side of the fence.
“Please get in your cruiser,” I said to the two of them.