Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Moving toward his horse, he stroked along her back and then patted her chest. It had taken many months for him and Mildred to trust one another. The horse had been way too skittish. Beau had rescued her from a bad home and wanted her to have a good life.
He decided to take a long walk and get rid of his desire for the blonde that had struck him suddenly. There was no way he was giving in to his desires. He was not some horny little schoolboy. The days of him fucking around being unable to control his cock were long gone. His dick did as he told it, not the other way around.
A few hours later, he arrived back at the barn. After giving Mildred a scrub down, he let her out into the pasture, which is what she loved to do after a morning of working. He arrived back at his ranch and went straight to the fridge. It was rare for the house to be empty, but it was. The fridge was also empty.
He couldn’t help but grumble, but as he looked at the grocery schedule, he was the one in the wrong. It was his turn. Again, his rules to keep a well-oiled and running ranch.
“Fuck!” He slammed the fridge closed, grabbed his keys, and headed out to his truck. The last thing he wanted to do on a Friday night was grocery shopping. This was not what he planned for the evening. He hated grocery shopping any other day of the week, but leaving it to the last minute fucking sucked.
Slamming the door of his truck closed, he realized he had to more careful, otherwise he’d put a dent in his precious vehicle.
Turning over the ignition, he drove twenty minutes toward the largest supermarket in No Wolves Road. It was the only place that stocked everything a pack could need, and he had no doubt the humans did it on purpose as well. Not only did it give them good clientele, as wolves were known as being loyal as fuck, they also provided protection to the small town.
He parked his truck, reluctantly grabbed a cart, and headed inside. This explained why the house was silent when he got home. The pack had gone out to eat rather than pick up the slack.
The moment he stepped into the supermarket, he hated it. The noise, the smells were all irritating to him. He loved kids, but when they screamed, they grated on his nerves. This was a job that had to be done and it was his own damn fault for not doing it sooner.
He pushed his cart around, going through the vegetables. Their own vegetable garden had taken a hit with the first rays of summer. Carlson, their youngest member, had forgotten to water the plants and all of them died.
Beau had lost count of how long he’d been there when he finally got to the bakery section, and there, as if she was his reward, stood Eloise Richards, cart to her right, and she was attempting to reach for a box on the top shelf.
He should ignore her. The right thing to do was pretend he didn’t even recognize her. Instead, he moved up behind her, reached up, and grabbed the box, holding it for her to take.
“Thank you,” she said, turning around. The smile on her lips didn’t falter, not even when she saw it was him that had given it to her. “You again.”
“Not who you were expecting?”
“I wasn’t expecting anyone, but thank you.” She glanced behind him. “Doing some shopping?”
“It’s my turn.”
“Ah, your wife send you out?”
He looked at her and couldn’t help but wonder if she was inquiring if he was married or not.
“Don’t have a wife,”
“Oh.”
“Nor do I have a girlfriend,” he added.
“I wasn’t—”
“Do you?”
“Do I what?” she asked.
“Have a boyfriend or a girlfriend?”
“Oh, no, I don’t have, uh, either.”
He didn’t know why he asked that, but it was good to know.
“Did you find your sister?” he asked.
“My sister?” She frowned, nibbling her lip. “Ah, yes, yes, we did. We found my sister.” She let out a little chuckle. “Yeah, it wasn’t too hard to find her. She’d been shacked up with one of the wolf boys until he got bored, and then she appeared.” She breathed in quite rapidly. “Did you enjoy your drinking?”
“Yeah, I did.”
Eloise laughed. “You’re not much for small talk, are you?”
“No, I’m not.” He glanced down at his cart. “Don’t like shopping either.”
“Why don’t you get one of your pack to do it?” Eloise asked, putting the boxed cake mix into her cart.
“I don’t believe in allowing others to do my dirty work for me, and besides, it’s my turn,” he said.
Eloise smiled at him. “It’s my turn as well. As it happens, I love to shop, especially for groceries.”