Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Keane nodded. “I can accept that explanation. So basically we find her, smack her ass, take her home and fuck her. Not necessarily in that order. Except for the finding her part. That does have to come first.”
“Well, hello.” A petite blonde walked up to them, a friend at her side. “You two must be new here.”
Oh, he knew trouble when he saw it. It was wrapped up in tight jeans and bedazzled boots and a pink cowboy hat, but it was trouble, and not the good kind.
Her friend was a brunette. If either of them was north of twenty-five, he would eat his shoe. She was a young shark looking for a feast, and normally he would consider being her dinner, but he’d lost all desire for anyone but a cranky redhead who couldn’t decide what she wanted. The brunette winked up at him from the brim of her hat.
“Hey, I’m Lola,” she said. “You’re pretty hot. Let me buy you a drink.”
The blonde was all over Garrett, who frowned and tried to step back. “And I’m Amy. I think we should go and dance.”
“Sorry, I’m looking for my girlfriend.” Garrett knew what to do in this situation. Hide behind Olivia. Even if Olivia wasn’t here.
“Me, too.” He wasn’t going to mention that the girlfriend was the same for both of them. But he definitely wanted to get out of here.
He glanced around. No Olivia.
“Ooo, playing hard to get,” Lola said.
Keane stepped back. “I’m not playing, and I’m not hard to get. I’m impossible. I’m here for another woman, and I have no intentions of playing around with anyone except her.”
Garrett held a hand out when Amy tried to take his arm. “What he said.”
She wasn’t in here. He didn’t see her or Gigi or Miranda. They should move on.
He thought about breaking up, but now he knew the wolves were out and they had to huddle together for protection or Garrett might find himself pulled into a dark corner and assaulted.
Because he had trouble being impolite.
Keane did not, so he simply broke free of the hold on his arm and started to lead Garrett away. “Let’s go see if they’re in the dance hall.”
They walked past the dining room, and one glance around the big open space told him there was no glorious woman with a mass of red hair having dinner.
He would spank her and then feed her and then fuck her, and he would do it in that order. Garrett didn’t understand how important it was to go in with a plan and a schedule. Oh, he would adjust both if he had to, but he always wanted to know what he was doing.
They got to the edge of the big space that served as the dance hall. Keane would give it to them. This was the barn equivalent of glamping. All the barn, none of the drawbacks. There was even carefully crafted hay placed around the room. There was another bar at the back, and he could see a stairwell that led to a catwalk. Now if he could get up there, he might be able to spot her.
He pointed to the catwalk that started as stairs at the other end of the hall and seemed to wrap around this part of the building. “We need to get up there.”
An arm slid through his, and a cajoling voice made him damn near roll his eyes. “You don’t want to go up there all alone, do you?”
Lola and Amy had followed them. Keane took his arm back.
“I told you no, and that is a complete sentence,” he said, his voice flat. A slow song had come on, and he could hear better as couples began to sway all around them.
Lola rolled her eyes. “Sure. Everyone knows that. Look, I’m trying to make my boyfriend jealous. He’s here tonight and his ex is, too. She’s a bore but she’s rich, and that dumbass seems to think he missed something when they broke up.”
“I don’t care.” Honesty came too easy to him.
Garrett ignored the woman who had her hand on his chest. “Boyfriend? Who is he trying to impress?”
Amy sighed. “Jason Hart. He’s a couple of years older than us. He was a football hero around these parts. He dated this rich girl in high school. She might have money, but her family has no class at all. He was right to dump her.”
“Oh, he didn’t dump her. At least that’s not the way his sister tells it,” Lola explained.
He did not want to listen to town gossip. Not when Olivia was out there waiting. It had been a while, and she was probably wondering if they were brooding back at her place. Or worse, if they didn’t care at all. “Again…”
Garrett held up a hand, stopping him. “How does your sister tell it?”