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All The Wasted Time (Southern Heroes #4)
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Hiding in Ocean’s Isle after being suspended from the force for two months, my hot, feisty, neighbor is the last person I should be interested in.
But the next thing I know, we keep running into each other, which lead to some pretty intense sexually-loaded moments.
I’m not supposed to fall for her, especially knowing I’ll be going home in a week to face the mess I left behind. It’s just supposed to be a mind-blowing one-night stand.
Keeping her at a distance is next to impossible, but knowing her life might be in danger if I give into the growing attraction between us, I have no choice but to keep pretending to be the playboy joker everyone thinks I am.
But will I be able to keep resisting the powerful pull between us?
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“Are you warm enough, sweetheart?” I ask as I glance at my wife. After being married to her for twenty years, she’s still the most beautiful woman in the world to me.
“Yeah.” Bonnie leans back against the car seat, and turning her head, she smiles at me.
Reaching across the console, I pick up her hand and press a kiss to the back of it.
“Thank you for puttin’ up with me for so long,” I say, winking at her.
“Twenty years since we said I do,” she sighs happily. “It feels like yesterday.”
We share a moment where our eyes lock, and I take in Bonnie’s vibrant green eyes, the lines from years of laughing, and her loving smile which has the power to brighten my darkest days.
“I love you, Bon,” I whisper.
I focus my attention on the road and when I think about getting home and cuddling with Bonnie while watching a movie, a smile tugs at the corner of my mouth.
“Is there still some of that pie left you baked?” I ask.
“Ye –” Bonnie’s reply is cut off with a sharp scream as bright lights fill the cabin of the car. Shocked, I jerk the steering wheel to the right…
“Just because Aiden and Laurie went and got it in their heads to marry young, it sure as hell doesn’t mean I’m fallin’ for that same trap,” I answer as I let out a burst of laughter.
“You don’t know what you’re missin’,” Aiden says.
“I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let some girl tie me down with that ball and chain of hers.” I shake my head while taking a sip of coffee.
This has been happening a lot lately. We’ll all have dinner at my folks’ place, and then the questions will start.
‘When are you gonna settle down?’
‘Are you seein’ someone?’
Hell no. That ain’t happening anytime soon.
“This bird’s meant to soar the skies, spread ‘em wings wide. Y’all can stop worryin’. I’m happy not being in a relationship.”
“Just think how nice it would be if you were to have kids. Then the cousins could grow up together,” Mamma argues.
I finish my coffee, and while getting up, I say, “I’m headin’ home. Y’all are tirin’ me out.”
“We’re just havin’ some fun,” Dad lets out a deep chuckle, clearly getting a kick out my reaction. “Watchin’ you squirm is really entertainin’.”
I place a hand over my heart, acting all wounded. “And here I thought you loved me. I was adopted, right? That’s gotta be it.”
Chuckling, Mamma gathers the cups onto a tray, then walks over to me. “I love you. Drive safely.” She presses a kiss to my cheek before heading to the kitchen to clean up.
I shake Dad’s hand before Aiden walks me to the door. Opening it, we both stare out at the clear night.
“Drive slowly, and text me when you get home,” Aiden says while shooting a look at my bike. He was more upset than Mom and Dad when I bought it. I love my older brother but since Laurie, our sister, passed away, he’s been way too overprotective when it comes to me.
“I’m going to a tattoo place out of town.”
“You gettin’ another tattoo?”
“No, just re-inking the one I have.” I pat him on the shoulder. “Give Emma a hug from me.”
Walking over to my bike, I pull the helmet on and tighten the strap under my chin. Straddling the seat, I start the engine and steer the nose toward the street.
After having my tattoo touched up, I head back home. A smile spreads across my face as I pick up speed. I love riding at night. It makes me feel free, and when the roads are quiet, I can almost imagine I’m flying. I’ve been riding for fifteen minutes when I’m jarred out of my deep thoughts as a bright light fills the street ahead. A truck comes toward me from the right side and seeing that it’s picking up speed instead of slowing, I instinctively yank my bike to the left. The sound of screeching tires and crushing metal fills the air.
For a moment I’m thrown into the air, but then I slam into the ground with one hell of a force.
Feeling disorientated, I push myself up on my right arm. Shaking my head to rid myself of the dizziness, I slowly climb to my feet, while checking if I got hurt from the fall. Feeling relieved that I only have a couple of scrapes and bruises, I pull off my helmet. Glancing around me, I see the tail lights of the truck I missed as it speeds away from the accident.
I walk over to where my bike is lying on its side, and my first thought is that Aiden’s going to shit himself and give me an earful.
As the last of the haziness lifts, I lift my head, and it’s only then I see the other car which I must’ve collided with. It’s overturned on its right side, and dropping the helmet, I begin to jog closer to it. Fumes of burning gasoline and oil sting my eyes as I climb onto the side of the car. Looking through the window on the drivers’ side, I try to assess how bad things are.