Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
I’d begun to answer that I’d love a beer or a Coke or something, but Darron interrupted saying, “No. We won’t need anything.”
He didn’t even say thank you.
What the fuck?
Then he went back to hitting balls, and I was left wondering if it would be okay to ask him to take me home yet.
It’d been a solid ten minutes. Was that too short of a time?
I leaned back in the slightly uncomfortable chair and pulled out my phone.
“Would you like to go?” Darron asked after a solid twenty minutes of swinging.
It was at that point I looked up from the romance novel I was reading, checked the time on the wall, and closed my phone.
“Hmm?” I asked.
“Would you like to hit some more?” he asked.
“You mean, you’re going to share the pad and those balls with me?” I asked.
He frowned hard at me. “You didn’t say you wanted to hit.”
I sure didn’t.
“I’d like to go home now, if you don’t mind.” I paused. “Unless you’re interested in staying longer. I can just grab an Uber.”
I think he finally realized that he’d fucked up and thought to maybe salvage the date in the car, so he put his club up and headed toward me.
I stood up before he could get to me, then headed to the door.
I took the stairs instead of the elevator, causing him to curse and follow me despite his obvious desire to take the easier route.
When we got down to the car, I yet again opened my own door, then played with the hem of my dress as he tried to make small talk.
Joke was on him. I didn’t have any small talk in me after this date.
Then, as if in a comedy show where all the things that could go wrong did, a loud pop sounded. Seconds later, Darron was cursing and pulling over in the middle of an on ramp.
Cars passed by honking, and the Audi rocked as they blew past.
He got his phone out and muttered under his breath as he searched for whatever was so important in his phone.
It took a solid three minutes of this before I lost patience with him and got out of the car.
“Hey, give me a minute to call Triple A,” he grumbled.
Luckily, the tire that needed changing was on the right side, but with one glance at it, I knew he’d need a completely new tire and rim.
Hearing him talking from inside the car, I went to the back hatch of his expensive car and started my search for the spare tire.
I’d just found the jack and the tire when he got out of his car and said, “Triple A is on their way.”
I would be done before they’d even dispatch the call.
Snatching up the tire iron and the jack, I went to work.
“You should lift it up a little more,” Darron suggested.
I glanced up at him for a heartbeat in time before shaking my head and saying, “You’ve never changed a tire before, have you?”
He made some noise in his throat before saying, “I live in Dallas and pay for Triple A for a reason.”
“Yeah,” I said. “But Triple A will be here in what? An hour at minimum?”
He grunted.
“To answer your suggestion about lifting the car up more, that’s not what you should do when you’re trying to take the lug nuts off. If you had it in the air more, all the tire would do is spin and I’d get no traction,” I explained patiently.
He shrugged, then went back to playing on his phone.
I was four lug nuts in when the police cruiser pulled up behind me.
And wouldn’t you know, none other than Hot Cop got out, a brilliant smile on his lips, aimed directly at me.
Never start an argument with a man who can kill you from a different zip code.
—Quaid to Quinn
QUAID
The last thing I expected to see tonight was a gorgeous woman wearing a sequined blue dress on the side of the road changing a tire.
Nor did I expect to see a man who looked perfectly capable to me standing by, watching her do it.
Pulling up close behind the car where Ellodie was crouched down, dress snug against that supple ass, I got out and headed toward her.
I didn’t miss the way the cars had slowed down upon my arrival, either.
Assholes.
Why they needed flashing red and blue lights was beyond me. You could see there was an issue.
“Darlin’,” I said to her as I got close enough to be heard over the traffic. “Can I offer my assistance?”
She stood up, the dress that’d ridden up in her crouched position falling back down to rest just above her knees.
“Actually, yes.” She looked thankful. “I could’ve done it, but I would hate to get this dirty. I just bought it a year ago.”
I snorted out a laugh and dropped down to loosen the last of the lug nuts.