Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Damn. Damn. Damn!
Standing at the urinal he cursed himself several times and didn’t notice a large bald man standing next to him until the other guy spoke.
“Is that your bitch out there?”
Matt frowned and looked up at the large bald man clad in a leather vest and dusty jeans. Stuffing his dick back into his pants, he zipped up and flushed.
“Uh, we’re just friends and I’d appreciate you don’t refer to her a bitch.”
At the sink he quickly washed his hands, but the man didn’t seem to be finished with his questioning. “And what are you gonna do about it if I say it again?”
Matt ignored him. He knew how to defend himself but he wasn’t looking for trouble.
“That’s right buddy. Keep your mouth shut. That bitch out there looks like she could use a real man if you know what I mean. I guess you don’t mind my talking to her?”
Matt’s lips tightened. He wasn’t going to let this oversized jackass intimidate him. “It’s a free country, buddy,” he mocked.
“Are you trying to be funny, four eyes?”
“Not at all. Now if you’ll excuse me.”
When Matt moved to pass the biker, he was stopped. “I don’t like you, and there’s going to be a toll to get past me.”
Matt was a second degree black belt in his discipline, but he only used his skills when absolutely necessary. Though he was fast losing his temper, this jerk just wasn’t worth it. He dug out the twenty he’d had in his pocket, thankful that his wallet was on the table with London. “Here this is all I have on me. Now can I go?”
Baldy snatched the money from his hand and immediately stuffed it in his own pocket. “You got a smart mouth, nerd. You better watch it before you get hurt.”
When Matt walked back to the table, he knew he’d messed up. London hadn’t touched any of her food since he’d left her, and her eyes were red and swollen. He grabbed his wallet and called the waitress for the check.
London didn’t bother looking in his direction, her gaze firmly trained on the window. With a heavy sigh, Matt reached over and took her hand. “London, I’m sorry for what I said.”
She snatched her hand away and turned a blazing pair of brown eyes in his direction. “Don’t patronize me. One of the things I hated about Thibius was that the men thought they knew everything. I know my own mind and my feelings. I don’t know why you think you’re an expert about my feelings, but don’t insult me like that again.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“Yes, you did. I’m not stupid so don’t treat me like I am. I like you, and I was hoping that you liked me a little too.”
“I do like you, London.”
More than you know.
“Then why are you always backing away from me like I’m some kind of undesirable?”
He shrugged. The last thing he wanted was to get into his boring history with the opposite sex. She’d probably laugh at him and after the way he’d treated her, he deserved it. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“Then make me understand.”
She sounded so sincere that he was on the verge of telling her everything when the waitress showed up with the check. Talk about perfect timing. He threw some bills on the table. “Come on, London, it’s getting dark and we need to find a hotel for the night.”
“Are you going to insist on two separate rooms again? I’m not too crazy about that arrangement, Matt. The strange sounds at night make it difficult for me to sleep.”
“We’ll talk about it when we find some place to stay.”
“No. I want to talk about it now. Why not share a room? It will at least save you some money. The room I was in last night had two beds.”
“Don’t worry about it. Paying for two rooms is hardly going to break me.”
“It’s not about that, and you know it.” She stood up, shaking her head. It was evident that she didn’t like the answer he’d given her, but what exactly could he say? That he wanted her desperately, but was too scared to act on his impulses for fear that she’d break his heart?
He shook his head. “Could we have this discussion in the truck? It’s starting to get dark and I was hoping to at least get to Interstate 40 before we stop for the night.”
London opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something but closed it again. Lowering her head she walked in front of him as they left the diner. Matt stared at her retreating figure as she walked away, admiring the way her jeans clung so lovingly to ample hips, and the way her baby tee barely covered her flat stomach. She wore her hair in a braided ponytail that swung back and forth as she moved. How he’d make it through another sleepless night he didn’t know.