Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 104386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
“Yes, I actually played golf at me university.”
My head dropped back. Jesus, this woman was like a dream. She liked to fish. Drink. Fuck. Dance. And now she hits me with another one: she can play golf.
“You’re fucking amazing, do you know that? I love golf. I want to take you out to a course, not tell my brothers you can play, and watch you beat their asses. Please tell me you’ll do that, baby.”
Her laughter tumbled from the phone straight into my heart.
“Sure! Why not. Might be fun.”
The sounds of male voices caused me to look up at one of monitors. “Speak of the devils. They’re all walking into the bar right now.”
“I need to go anyway. I love you, Cord. I miss you and I’m not having any fun.”
Smiling, I stood, adjusted my dick in my pants and replied, “You’re a liar, Maebh O’Sullivan. I hear it in your voice.”
“Okay, but only about the part where I said I wasn’t having any fun. Please go to the doctor, okay?”
“I will… I love you too, baby. Call me later.”
Making my way out to the bar I smiled when I saw my brothers and their kids.
Fucking hell, the ache in my chest when I looked at Gage trying to make his way over to me…what in the hell was this?
That’s definitely moving too fast. Shit. Slow down. Slow that thinking right the fuck down.
Gage wore a huge smile, and I wondered how in the hell he could see with the ten-gallon cowboy hat on his head.
“He’s walking so good!” I exclaimed while bending down and scooping him up. I gave him a toss in the air, and he laughed.
“Mom said you weren’t feeling good? Is that true?” Steed asked, concern laced over his face.
I put Gage down and nodded. “Shit, sorry, dude. I am feeling a little off. I probably shouldn’t be anywhere near the kids.”
Mitchell got up and walked out of the bar, his two-month-old daughter Merit tucked in her carrier.
“I’m out of here,” Mitchell called out over his shoulder.
Jonathon shook his head and looked at me with an apologetic expression. “Dude, If Waylynn knows I brought Liberty around, she’d be pissed. I love you like a brother, but I fear my wife more.”
Tripp clapped Steed on the back. “I’m outta here too. I’m not risking bringing anything home to Harley. She’s already having a hard time with morning sickness.”
Steed picked up Gage and looked my way. “Sorry, dude. Feel better.”
My mouth dropped as each of them left me. Before I knew it, they were all gone. All but Wade. He looked at me and shrugged.
“No baby and no pregnant wife. I’ll hang out with you, dude.”
Laughing, I shook my head and motioned for the door. “Let’s grab something to eat. Have you had breakfast?”
“Not yet.”
As we walked out, I locked the door while Wade read a text.
“Um, if I go to breakfast with you, you can’t tell Amelia.”
I frowned. “Why not?”
She says Paxton told her you were getting sick. She has a signing at a bookstore in Dallas next week and said if I get her sick because I hung out with you today, no sex for a month.”
“Dude, you’d risk that just to have breakfast with me?” I asked, covering my heart and batting my eyes in an exaggerated manner.
Wade nodded. “It doesn’t hurt that I’m fucking starving, and you’re buying.”
“I’ll take it. Let’s go.”
As the day dragged on, I felt worse. I was going to kill the person who had made me sick, but I had a feeling it was one of my poor waitresses. Three of them were all home in bed with the flu. There was no fucking way I was getting the flu. I never got sick. I had no time to get sick.
Tammy showed back up to work looking like herself later that afternoon. I had talked to Wade about the stunt she pulled, and his advice was to find another manager. I wanted to talk to her in my office. Tell her I couldn’t have an employee coming on to me and that she needed to find another job.
We were already busy with people coming in for happy hour, and I couldn’t imagine what the rest of the night was going to look like. I was feeling worse, and all I really wanted to do was talk to my girl and go bed.
“Cord, why don’t you go on up to your place,” Tammy said. “We’ve got it covered here. It’s the middle of the week, and I think after happy hour things will slow down.”
I didn’t want to admit that I knew Tammy was right. Once happy hour was over I knew things would die off. I was feeling worse as the minutes ticked off the clock.
Fucking hell. I should have gone to the doctor.