Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
"This isn't that bad of an idea." I play into it. Pretty sure you have to go to college for it, but let's not kill this dream. "They also seem like they do the least amount of work but are the most important." Katherine nods in agreement.
"And they're on for like four minutes. Everyone is always waiting for the weather report. It's the whole reason people watch the news to begin with."
"They really are the star of the show." I laugh. "And when you're wrong, no one really cares. Everyone just says, ‘That's the weather; you never know.’"
"And I'd come back the next day all—'oops, my bad.’"
"I think you should do it."
Katherine's shoulder drops. "But all that science. Not sure it's really for me."
"That's all right, we'll come up with something else, but that doesn't mean we can't live together."
"I mean, I suppose."
"You don't want to live with me," I scoff.
"I didn't say that! You know my grandparents. They'd be heartbroken if I moved out." She's full of shit, but her grandparents are the best. They treat her like a princess, and I don't blame them. Katherine’s mom dropped her right on their doorstep when she was little. “Why do you even want to move out?”
“I heard my parents having shower sex.” I fake a gag. I love how in love they are and reverting back to teenagers, but while gross, it’s also annoying because I don’t have that. I had convinced myself that I would find love while I was staying in the city.
“Two weeks ago they were sitting at that booth.” Katherine points her thumb over her shoulder to the one booth behind her.
“Don’t say on the same side.” Katherine nods, fighting a laugh.
“He was feeding her fries.”
“Bet he even dipped them in ranch for her.”
“Yep.” It isn’t only Kindred and Hudson's relationship that sets a high bar. It’s this whole freaking town.
Kylie drops off our cheeseburgers as my phone goes off on the table. Katherine’s nosy ass peeks at the screen, not that I wouldn't show her.
“I could take over your job.” She grabs her boobs through her sweater. “I don’t even need a push-up bra.”
“Stop bragging.” I grab my phone and see a message from Betty telling me she has a new occupant. That’s not newsworthy, so there has to be something about him in particular that has piqued her curiosity.
“Sup?” Katherine nods to my phone.
“Betty says she’s got a new guest, and he’s tickling her spidey senses.”
“Jimbob better not find out anyone is tickling anything on Betty.” Katherine takes a giant-ass bite of her burger; ketchup drips out, hitting her shirt. “Ah, man.”
“This is why you can’t wear white.” Katherine is a walking disaster, and it’s one of my favorite things about her.
My mouth drops open when a second later, a picture comes through. My heart might give a strange excited flutter and my stomach a funny dip. Not because the man pictured is extra hot and has taken all the extra eyelashes girls kill for. Nope, that's all indigestion from the mozzarella sticks.
"What?" Katherine snatches my phone out of my hand, almost dropping it into my ranch. “Whoa, who is that?” I snatch my phone right back. Katherine's brows rise all the way up. “Wait, is that the lawyer?” She knows me too well.
“What lawyer?” I play dumb. Did I bring him up that much? I only told her the story twice, I think. Who knows? Katherine and I can beat a horse all the way to glue.
"That is totally him." I can see that she is processing the same thoughts that I am right now.
"It’s Biff." That motherfucker is trying to build a resort here to get to me. I should be flattered, but I'm not.
He sent his stupidly handsome lawyer here to do what? Not sure. I don't know how these things work when you build crap. But I do have an in at the mayor’s office, and I will be calling Kindred to see what we can do to stop this nonsense. After I do a little digging myself. No need to get everyone all worked up.
"It's impressive how well you trigger a man." Any other day, I would take that as a compliment, but now I'm internally freaking out that I have gone too far this time, and it's all going to blow up in my face.
I fire off a text back to Betty telling her to let me know when he leaves.
"This is insane," I mutter, going back to stare at the picture. The asshole has a cocky smirk. I bet he's one of those people that never takes a bad picture. It doesn't matter how many times you snap it; each one is better than the last.
"But you're good with dealing with the insane. We only need to come up with a plan to be more insane." I huff out a breath. I might have bitten off more than I can chew this time. “Your silence is kind of freaking me out. What gives?”