Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Webber’s angry eyes flicked to me and narrowed. “Who is that man to you?”
I winced. “My dad.”
He snorted. “No, I’d rather walk than get into someone’s car that is even semi-related to that man.”
With that, he turned his head and dismissed me.
And that was when I realized that my heart was set to be broken.
Because there was no way that Webber’s anger toward my dad would ever subside.
And I was proven right.
For the next year that I knew him, he avoided me like the plague.
One
My kid used to have a bedtime. Now she just tucks me in and continues to do whatever the hell she wants.
—Webber’s secret thoughts
WEBBER
One year later
I was on the interstate with a fucking dead body in my trunk, and of course I would get a flat.
And, since the body is currently lying on top of the fucking spare tire, there was no way to get the flat changed.
Oh, and to make matters worse, in the scuffle to get this motherfucker into the trunk, I’d not only dropped my phone, but stepped on it.
I was now thirty-two miles outside of Dallas, there wasn’t a gas station for miles, and I was stuck.
Unless I wanted to go to the gas station and call the one person that I swore that I wouldn’t contact ever again.
She was the only one in town thanks to a club poker run that the entire club sans one—me—was on.
I should stay far, far away from her.
But I had no other options.
If I was caught with a dead body in my trunk, I was fuckin’ boned.
Walking the few miles to the gas station it was.
When I got there, the attendant was more than welcoming and handed me her cell phone.
I called a number that I’d never called or texted before, but I’d had since I’d met her.
“Hello?”
Her voice was like a soothing balm to my overly tired soul.
“Silver,” I said. “It’s Webber.”
There was a gasp, and then scrambling. “W-webber?”
“That’s me,” I said. “I need a favor.”
“Anything,” Silver said instantly.
Which made me feel like a complete dick.
When Aella said that Silver was all sunshine and rainbows when she’d first introduced us, I hadn’t realized how exactly right she was.
But over the last year that she’d been a part of my life—even peripherally—I’d come to realize that literally nothing could happen to Silver that would ever make her not smile.
Well, unless I came into the room and scowled at her.
Then that beautiful smile fell off her perfect lips, and she looked like I’d just kicked a puppy.
“Can you go to my office and pick up one of my tow trucks and bring it out to me?” I asked. “I need a ride, and my car broke down.”
I’d purchased the 1969 Pontiac GTO off of Craigslist with the intention of fixing it up.
But when I’d brought it into my shop, I’d realized that there wasn’t much work to be done to it.
The woman selling it had been hell-bent on getting rid of it in a hurry thanks to finding out her ex was cheating on her, and I’d taken the deal knowing that it wouldn’t last long.
The only thing I’d had to do was a tune-up and fix a fuel line.
I’d done the tune-up, and waited on the fuel line, and I shouldn’t have.
“Um.” Silver hesitated. “I don’t know how to drive something that big.”
My lips twitched despite the fucked-up situation.
“It’s the same as driving your car,” I lied. “Just a wee bit bigger. It still fits in a lane. You just have to watch your mirrors a little more.”
She sighed. “Okay. How do I get it started?”
“My phone has had a bit of an accident, so let me give you the codes for the gate, the building and the truck. Keys are in it,” I offered.
“Where am I going?” she asked.
I sent her my location and the codes, and she hung up.
It took her twice as long to get here, and when she finally pulled up behind my vehicle, I saw her white knuckles on the steering wheel and smothered a smile.
She was so goddamn cute.
Too bad her father was who her father was.
I didn’t want anything more to do with that asshole.
In the last year, I’d had more run-ins with that fuck wad than I wanted, and though it seemed impossible a year ago, I hated him even more now.
I walked to the driver’s door and opened it. “Scoot over.”
She did, scrambling over the center console, giving me a great view of her perfect heart-shaped ass.
“Go okay?” I asked when I climbed in, trying to get her to talk because if she talked, I could focus on something other than what her ass looked like bent over my console.
There was enough room in the tow truck that I could get up on my knees and fuck her from behind over…