Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Thank God I’d left Iris with my best friend while I’d come to meet with a prospective new team owner who would pay me enough money for the season to buy a new place far, far away from Tennessee.
Merrill, my best friend, had decided to come with me.
She’d, thankfully, decided to stay home with Iris while I ran into town and got my tires rotated.
During our road trip, my car had felt like it was pulling hard to the right, and I didn’t want to deal with that the entire drive back to Texas where I played for the Texas Cyclones as their “star defensive man.”
They had no clue that I’d planned on leaving, and I hoped to keep it that way until I knew for sure that Montana would work out for us.
“Pretty sure, but maybe you could just fuck him up a little bit and they’d look the other way. The Hubers aren’t well-liked here.”
“Well, if they do this kind of shitty work, I don’t imagine that they are,” I grumbled.
He gestured toward the trunk, and I reluctantly popped it open for him.
I wasn’t too proud to look a gift horse in the mouth.
If this man wanted to help me put a new tire on, who was I to say no?
His two cop friends came over to help, and within twenty minutes, I had a spare tire on the car.
Unfortunately, my bumper was hanging on by a thread, seeing as the tire had fallen off the right front side and the car had slammed hard into the pavement at thirty miles an hour.
I closed my eyes.
This was exactly what I needed…
“Come on,” he said. “I’ll take you to the real mechanic.”
I followed behind the bikers, who all started their bikes up and led the way a little farther into town.
I left the small stretch of road behind where I’d broken down and was pleasantly surprised as I made my way inside the little town of Sawtooth.
It was quaint.
Flower baskets filled with petunias lined the streetlights at every corner. The storefronts were all perfectly decorated. The people walked and waved, smiled and laughed.
Hell, this was the type of place that you wanted to move to, for sure.
The only problem that I could see was that everyone knew everyone.
That didn’t fit well with my introverted personality.
They’d probably love to talk.
I wasn’t much of a talker.
At least not with people that I barely knew.
They turned into a mechanic shop just outside of the main part of town, and I followed suit.
They parked their bikes off to the left, but I pulled my car right up to the front doors where a man wearing coveralls stained in grease stood.
He was also sexy as hell.
What kind of water did this town serve to its citizens?
Why the hell were all of them so outlandishly attractive?
The mechanic, though, looked incredibly familiar.
I got out of the car, studying the man’s face.
He looked at me and turned around, dismissing me.
What the…
“I’ll go talk to Court,” the older of the cops said. “He’s not a people person.”
No, it didn’t look like he was.
“So,” I said as I was left with the two remaining men. “Do y’all usually day drink in parking lots on the outskirts of town?”
The man who’d come up to me earlier when my car had slid to a grating stop chuckled. “Not usually, no. But that just happened to be where we ended up today.”
“Huh,” I said. “Long day at work?”
“Not particularly,” the younger deputy mused. “I didn’t have to arrest anyone for shoving any meat up their vagina at the grocery store. Nor did I have to arrest our favorite rule breaker, Jessamy. So really, it’s a great day.”
I had no comment to that.
Instead, I focused on the man who made my heart pound in my chest when he looked at me. “And you?”
“The students were well behaved today, and we had no fire calls.”
I blinked. “I’m not sure how those two correlate.”
“I’m a high school teacher and a volunteer firefighter for the county,” he said.
My brows lifted, which was kind of hard to do seeing as I’d just gotten Botox a week ago.
Botox was my guilty cosmetic pleasure.
I didn’t do fake eyelashes. I didn’t paint on my eyebrows. I didn’t do fancy makeup.
I did, however, do Botox.
I didn’t like looking at the lines that my sister’s situation had created.
It was better not to see them, so I wouldn’t be reminded of how shitty of a person Cain McDuff was.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “You don’t, like, toss cabers in the woods at that sawmill I saw driving in?”
His lips curled up at the edges.
“Yes, I’m a high school science teacher.” He laughed. “No caber tossing goes on in my day-to-day life.”
My mouth all but fell open. “You’re a science teacher?”
I was repeating myself, but I couldn’t help it.