Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“You little idiot are you trying to get yourself arrested?” Her friend came over to help me keep her quiet while Joel got Sandra in the car and drove off. I noticed that neither he nor Cami had said anything to each other in this whole exchange. “Let’s get you out of here, no doubt unless those two come up with a good story the sheriff’s gonna be at your door soon.” She muttered something unintelligible and I smelled the alcohol on her breath. That too pissed me off. She’d not only been driving, but operating a firearm while drunk. If her daddy didn’t take a switch to her ass I will.
She started to move towards her car but I pulled her over to my truck. “Where the hell are you going?” If looks could kill I’d pretty much be dead, but I wasn’t Joel so she didn’t scare me. That got me to thinking about those two. There’s no way she could convince me that she was head over heels for that wimp, so why the hell was she about to marry him?
“Hey, I can’t leave my car here.” She tried pulling away from me before I nabbed her around the middle and braced her against the side of my truck before she broke her damn fool neck on those stilts she was so fond of wearing. She was fit to be tied for sure, and the little tussle didn’t seem to have calmed her down any, which meant I was going to have hell on my hands. I hope her daddy hurries up and get here soon; I don’t have time for this shit.
“I’m not letting you alone, who knows what the hell else you’d get up to, and your daddy asked me to look after you ‘til he gets back. Now put your ass in the front seat and zip it.” Of course I had to manhandle her into the front seat and buckle her in. I had to bite my tongue so as not to let loose half of what I was thinking about her hair-brained behavior here today.
When she took a halfhearted swing at me I just gave her a look to settle her ass down, but there was blood in her eye. “You need to calm the hell down, you’ve already made enough of a nuisance of yourself for one day don’t you think?” I hope she didn’t feel my dick on the hunt between us. He would choose now to make his presence known. What’s with him and this cantankerous female anyway? You’d think he’d have enough sense to duck and hide by now.
“If I’m such a bother then why are you even here?” Now she sounded close to tears, which for me was a big fucking no-no. Cami in tears was one of those things I was sure I wouldn’t be able to handle. I’ve always been a sucker for a woman’s tears, and this little one had me tied up in so many knots already that would just be the icing on the cake. “Don’t start that shit.” I pointed my finger at her, figuring pissing her off was better than having her fall apart on me and me in turn giving in to the feelings that were way too close to the surface.
Her bottom lip trembled and she looked so pitiful I was all but ready to wrap her up in cotton to make sure nothing ever hurt her again. I wanted to pull her in close and tell her that everything was going to be fine but I didn’t dare. Whereas before I’ve always been able to avoid such close contact, for some reason tonight it seemed like all my barriers were down. I pulled my phone about to get someone to come out after her car. “Let me call one of the hands to come get your car home…”
“I’ll call my brother and his friends to come drive her car home Mr. Grant, thank you so much for coming after her, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t.” I’d almost forgotten poor Mary-Joe, which wasn’t surprising. Most people tended to fade into the scenery when this one was around, or at least for me they did. Poor Mary-Joe, I’m thinking they ought to canonize her for the shit she’s had to put up with over the years dealing with the hellion.
“No problem I’ll see that she gets home safe.” I stored the gun in the backseat of my truck and got in beside her. She was still fuming but at least she was unarmed. I really had no interest in whatever story she had to tell, so I didn’t ask. The more I distanced myself from this mess, the better off I’ll be, it never paid to get mixed up in anything to do with this one. That’s the way I’ve always chosen to deal with anything where she was concerned, but somehow I got the very bad feeling down to my soul that this time it wasn’t going to work.