Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 74022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
But it turns out, he’s actually one of the best men I’ve had a conversation with.
He carries demons with him, no doubt about it. I’ve heard enough to know that he and Maverick had big problems and, to this day, still struggle to be friends. They can work together, for the clubs’ sake, but that’s about it. Everyone saw the news a few months back of the two of them fighting on the street.
I guess you could say things are tense.
Really tense.
And whatever went down, it destroyed something in Boston. Closed off a piece of him. And that’s sad, because from what I’ve seen he’s a really great man.
“Boston and I are just friends,” I tell Cassie, inhaling the fresh air.
“Really? Just friends? I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He likes you, Penny. A lot. He’s fond of you.”
“And I’m fond of him, but I don’t think we’re really a match, to be honest.”
Cassie wiggles her finger in protest. “Because he’s a biker?”
“No, because I just don’t feel we are. I think Boston needs someone with a little more fire than me. We can talk easily, I won’t deny it, but we’re almost the same level of broken, and I’m not sure that’ll ever compliment the relationship. He needs someone to bring a spark back into his world.”
“While I do agree with that, I also think you two could bring a spark back into each other, if you played it right.”
I laugh. “You just want me to marry your brother.”
She giggles. “Well, can you blame me? You’re the best carer I’ve had. I’d happily take you as a sister-in-law.”
And damned if that isn’t the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.
~*~*~*~
PENELOPE
“How’d she do today?” Boston asks, joining me on the back deck with a cigarette in hand and a beer.
It’s what he does every afternoon. Smokes and has a beer or five. I don’t mind it, because we sit and chat, but it is a shame to see him smoking. He’s too good to be taken by something like that. But we all have a vice, I suppose.
“She was great, we went for a walk, checked out the hot runners again.”
Boston grunts and takes a deep inhale of his cigarette. “That girl is a menace.”
“She’s female, it’s not unusual.”
“You look too, then?” he asks, glancing at me.
He is absolutely spectacular, I can’t deny it. Everything about him, from his rugged face, to his large muscled body, right down to the boots he never ties, is utter perfection. All of the bikers have that feel, and all of them own it. Boston is the kind of man you want to curl into, wrapping his arms around you, nestling your head into his chest until you feel safe.
I shrug, remembering his question. “I’m a woman too. I looked.”
“How come you don’t have a man by now? Know your husband was a douche, but you’re a beautiful woman, you should be out there ownin’ that.”
I flush. That’s one of the nicest things he’s ever said to me.
“I don’t know, I haven’t found one I’m interested in, and honestly, I’ve been enjoying just being by myself.”
He nods, inhaling again and blowing the smoke out slowly, forcing me to look away because it looks so damned sexy. “Fair call.”
“What about you?” I ask him. “How come you haven’t found yourself a woman?”
He grunts. “Don’t really do women, caused me nothin’ but pain in the past.”
“That’s a sad attitude to have.”
He stares at me, and I smile softly at him.
“Maybe so, but it would take a lot for me to change my mind on that.”
No doubt.
I wonder what kind of women he’s had, if he’s so against them?
“Fair enough,” I tell him.
“You heard anymore from your douchebag husband this week?”
Boston knows about my troubles with Ashton, my ex-husband. I told him when I took the job, just in case he started any trouble when I was caring for Cassie.
“No,” I tell him. “I think he’s away for work so I get a week off.”
“You want me to deal with him?”
He always says this, too.
“No thanks,” I laugh. “But I appreciate it all the same.”
“He bothers you, don’t hesitate to tell me. I fuckin’ hate assholes that pick on women.”
I nod. “Noted.”
“How’d you pull up after last night?” he asks me.
Last night, we all went out and had a few drinks. It was a great night, and I got to spend time with the girls from the club which I don’t get to do very often. It was a nice change from my day to day usual.
“I was fine, I didn’t drink too much. Amalie took me home. How about you?”
He nods. “Pulled up fine. Took Chantelle home, then got back here and crashed.”
Oh.
For some odd reason, that seems to make my chest feel funny. Not in an insane jealous kind of way, just in an off kind of way. I adore Chantelle, she’s the funniest most bubbly woman I’ve ever met, and she’s gorgeous, absolutely stunning. She asked me last night if Boston and I had anything going on, and I told her no, because we don’t. And yet, for some reason, I don’t feel completely okay with knowing she is into him.