Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
The little asshole leaves me to take care of the check, and I mentally add the cost to the long list of money he already owes me. I step out a few seconds after him to find the dumbass attempting to get thrown in jail. Rushing down Main Street, I watch the shit unfold, but I’m unable to get to my dipshit brother in time.
“I’m going to kill you for touching my mate,” Wilder roars, and I wince when he fucking punches the sheriff.
“She isn’t wearing your mark,” Craig Dalton roars and punches my brother back. My bear wakes up and orders me to jump in and protect my brother, but I Ignore his rumblings when Cora, Bethany, and several other people step out of the bakery to watch the brawl.
My bear watches to make sure my mate isn’t injured in the ruckus while I watch my brother fight for his mate.
“Stop!” Cora screams, but Wilder and Craig ignore her. “It isn’t what you think.” Wilder’s mate waves her hands and tries to get the two brawling bear shifters to listen to her. I glance to the side and see my mate rooting for the sheriff. I might have to spank her luscious ass later tonight for that. Who am I kidding? I’d use just about any excuse to spank her sweet ass. “I just hugged Craig to thank him for changing our locks!” Cora’s shout interrupts my dirty fantasies, and I decide it’s time to put an end to this shit.
“What the fuck?” I smack my dipshit brother on the side of the head. “Are you trying to end up in jail?”
“He fucking touched my mate,” Wilder roars and takes me by surprise. The little asshole manages to push me away then turns to advance on the sheriff again.
“I didn’t know she’s your fucking mate.” Dalton glares at Wilder while wiping the blood from his bottom lip. Motherfucking hell. Craig already has two goddamn black eyes. I’m not sure my long-time friendship with the town sheriff will be enough to keep my younger brother out of jail. “She doesn’t have your fucking mark.”
“I’m going to remedy that.” Wilder quickly runs out of steam, and I take the opportunity to pull Craig aside.
“I’m arresting your dumbass brother no matter what you say,” he cuts me off before I’m able to negotiate.
“What if I can make him do something to make up for this?” I have to try.
“If you can get him to prance around in a French maid costume all day long, I might consider forgetting all this.” Fuck me with a wooden spoon. Craig knows I don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of talking Wilder into that.
I glance over at my younger brother and realize it’s the perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. “Okay. He’ll do it.” My bear smacks my head as I agree to Craig’s crazy demand without checking with Wilder.
Craig stomps toward his cruiser, mumbling loud enough for me to hear. “He has a week to do it or I’m dragging his dumbass down to the station and booking him for assault of a police officer.”
This should be fun. Goddamn.
When he gets to his cruiser, Craig decides to light another fire under my dumbass brother’s ass. “I’ll be back for my reward.”
Keeping my brother from ending up in jail earns me a black eye and a split lip. My day just gets better and better.
I spend every available moment with Clay over the next week. My sisters are too caught up with their mates to notice anything, but I still feel like I’m hiding something from them.
Watching Wilder spend an entire day working in the bakery dressed like a French maid with custom-made, size fifteen, apple-red, four-inch-high heels is definitely the highlight of my week.
I can’t believe my eyes when I step out of the kitchen one morning to find the six-and-a-half-foot-tall bear shifter standing in the bakery wearing the silly costume. Laughter bubbles up my throat, and I hold my stomach as I chuckle. I’m unable to stop tears from flowing down my cheeks when I glance over at my mate and smile. “You outdid yourself with this. It’s even better than Thorne wearing a pink polka dot bikini top.”
“I’m the king of brotherly torture.” Clay proudly claps his hands when Wilder complains about his current predicament.
My mate spends the entire day at the bakery, taking thousands of pictures of Wilder in his costume. By the time we close up, I’m ready to jump my mate’s bones but manage to contain myself.
After I turn off the open sign, Wilder groans and kicks off the red heels. “Oh my God. How the hell do women wear these?”
“We’re trained young.” My younger sister winces as she glances down at her mate’s mangled feet. “You’re going to need to soak those for a while and then elevate them until the swelling goes down.”