Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I whimpered when he placed me down on the table, and started to cry when he promptly left.
He didn’t go far, though, stopping at a tree just outside of the tent’s opening and watching while a paramedic I didn’t know was here came up to me at the table.
“Hi, I’m Tai. Show me where it hurts,” the sexy man drawled.
I licked my lips and glanced at Casten, whose eyes had flared when my tongue met my lip.
Oh, this would be fun.
***
I smiled inside, completely and utterly giddy at the turn of events.
“You’re going to piss him off,” Mig said dryly.
I turned to find my brother-in-law directly behind me, staring at me like I’d grown a second head.
“Who said I can’t hang out with other friends while I’m here?” I asked teasingly.
Mig just shook his head, and I turned back to my new friend.
“So, you’re a paramedic?” I asked, fluttering my eyelashes at him.
Not because I was actually trying to flirt, but because I had mud covering about ninety percent of my body. It even clung to my eyelashes, making them feel incredibly heavy.
“Yep,” the man in front of me agreed.
“Where do you work?” I asked.
“Kilgore. It’s about forty-five minutes from here,” he said.
“I didn’t realize that they hired a paramedic for this,” I explained.
He nodded, bringing up a bottle of water to his lips and taking a deep gulp.
He was a gorgeous man, but I had a thing for the brooding man that hadn’t let me out of his sight all day. But also refused to actually come any closer.
“It was sort of last minute. I think one of the women thought we should have a paramedic here in case of injuries,” he said. “I was just the only one she knew, so here I am.”
“Hmmm,” I said, turning to stare at the crowd while he fixed up my foot.
Casten was still in his earlier spot, but now he was surrounded by a few bikers from other clubs.
He was talking to the men, but he also kept his eye on nearly everything I did, taking notice of each and every move I made.
“Will it need stitches?” I wondered.
“No. It’s a puncture and it looks like you just got it about a half inch or so into the sole of your heel. They don’t usually sew punctures closed. It looks worse than it really is,” Tai explained. “You might want to make sure your tetanus is up to date, though.”
“Hmmm,” I replied, watching as he finished the last of the bandages.
“Now, tell me where you want me to carry you,” he said.
Fun, indeed.
Especially when I saw the look of rage that overtook Casten’s eyes.
I pointed at a bar stool that was set up in the backyard of Lenore’s parents’ place, and he took me right up to the very last seat and set me down.
“Don’t walk on that until the wound has the chance to start healing a little first, okay?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yep.”
“Alright, then I’ll see you around.”
And with that, I was left alone once again.
This time I didn’t see Casten anywhere.
He must really be pissed and that made me all the more nervous.
With a heavy heart, I went home, limping the entire way to my car.
I was completely defeated but tomorrow was a new day.
Chapter 20
Classy as balls.
-T-shirt
Casten
I walked slowly up the path to the cabin where Tasha was still staying and stared at her.
She was beautiful.
Her long, wavy brown hair was flowing all around her, moving every which way because of the wind.
She was no longer covered in dirt and mud, and I had to shrug off a smidgen of disappointment.
Her eyes were directed up, and she didn’t move, even though I knew she knew I was here.
“Whatcha doin?” I asked softly.
She didn’t turn to look at me.
“I’m looking at the super moon and lunar eclipse,” she whispered.
I blinked, looking up to see what she was looking at.
I only saw clouds.
“I don’t see it,” I said.
She sighed.
“I don’t either. I’ve been waiting to see this for weeks. Bought a telescope,” she pointed to a massive telescope she had sitting next to her chair. “But I can’t see a damn thing. It sucks. This is supposed to happen once every three hundred years. I’ll never get the chance to see it again, and I’m disappointed.”
“I got something for you from some meteorology school outside of Tampa, Florida,” I grumbled, crossing my arms over my chest as I looked up at the nonexistent moon.
She nodded, not answering.
“Tell me you’re not really going back to school,” I muttered.
A sad smile crossed her face.
“Start next week.” She closed her eyes and smiled. “Meteorology. In Tampa.”
My mouth dropped open.
“You’re actually going?” I all but barked.
She turned her head to stare at me.
“Why not?” She looked away. “Nothing here but painful memories.”
“What if I asked you not to go?” I leaned down.