Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 68143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Her body was fucking banging.
She was wearing short shorts with the waistband that read Nike Pro repeating around her narrow waist. She was fit, not skinny, but athletic. Muscular legs, perfectly round ass, toned arms that were sporting a few tattoos that were vaguely familiar. And her tits were encased in a black sports bra that sat right above a very well-toned belly.
This girl was fit, fit.
I could see her winning this marathon.
“Oh.” The woman who’d asked the question sighed. “I can’t even break four hours yet. But it’s my goal to get to Boston.”
“It’s everyone’s goal to get to Boston.” The woman smiled, and even that smile was vaguely familiar. “You just have to work at it. Train harder. Be smart with your diet. It also takes heart. Your body will give up way after your mind will. You just have to push through.”
Honestly, everything about her struck me as familiar.
But her face? I didn’t know that face.
She reminded me of someone from high school, though.
Someone that I’d lost touch with, despite one of my good friends still being her best friend.
That reminded me that I needed to call Rocky and see if she wanted to catch lunch.
We usually did that here and there when she was in town.
Rocky and I met in kindergarten, and we’d been as good as friends as a boy could be with a girl who lived in the same neighborhood but went to different schools.
She moved out of the country to become a nanny for a rich couple that liked to travel the world.
She did that for nearly ten years before the kids got too old to need a nanny anymore.
She’d come back to the States and had actually been the one to watch Lottie when she was really young, but she was made to be a full-time nanny, and Audric hadn’t offered her but part-time.
She was now nannying for a young couple that was super powerful in the Dallas community.
“Racers, on your mark, get set, go!”
Lottie and I started to run.
For the first mile or two, we jockeyed our way out of the throng of people to where we had an open road ahead of us.
The only person still with us from the four-hour group was the woman in her short shorts and bra.
I had a great view of her pretty, heart-shaped ass and muscular thighs.
The first water stop was where my crew was back, yelling and screaming.
“Nineteen more miles!” Aella screamed.
I winked and palmed a cup, depressing the top enough that I could drink it without spilling it all over me.
“You okay down there, Lottie?” I called out.
“Yes, Daddy!”
My heart panged at the sweet words.
“Good, tell me if you need anything, baby.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she promised.
It was at mile twelve that the men started to show up.
Copper on his bike, sitting at the corner of Lexington and Fourth.
Cakes was next, tossing me a small package of Oreos. Which I ate while running, then regretted it because I was thirsty as fuck until I got to the next water stop at mile thirteen.
That was the mile marker that Webber and Eedie were now at. Eedie held her sign up high with a huge smile on her face, while Webber shook his head at me and said, “You don’t even look like you’re sweating.”
He was right.
I should probably be pushing myself a little bit harder.
But pushing myself a little bit harder meant that I’d lose the woman that I’d been running behind.
Which, honestly, sounded pretty sucky.
At least if I was going to be made to run, I wanted to run with a great view.
And let’s be honest, running in Los Colinas wasn’t all that exciting.
“Hey, sexy daddy!”
I turned at mile seventeen to see Chevy showing me his tits.
I shook my head at his scrub-covered body.
Chevy was an anesthesiologist at the hospital that we were running past now.
“Get out of here.” I threw my trash at him.
He laughed and caught it, flipping me off.
The woman who was running in front of me turned back to look at me, and her eyes widened.
I got that a lot.
Being an ex-professional baseball player, I was noticed everywhere.
Add on top of that, my face was plastered everywhere when Jett died, and I rarely went anywhere where I wasn’t recognized by someone.
Taking that as my cue to pass her now since I was now caught, I forged ahead.
I had no clue what pace I was running, but when I looked back at one point, the woman that I’d been chasing was behind me a couple of yards, her face red with exertion now.
We passed a ton of people over the last six miles.
In the last mile, I really lengthened my stride, pushing my legs hard.
I’d be sore as hell tomorrow, but it might be worth it.
I’d never run a marathon before, and I liked the burn that I was feeling.