Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
But after hearing what she said this morning and right now, I wonder if, like her brother, she was looking for a way out. Only instead of going away to college and then eventually playing soccer in London like Aiden, she got married, hoping to escape. Obviously, that didn’t work out. Now, she’s pushing herself to do the complete opposite of what she did before.
“All right, the guys are putting the temporary plate on your car as we speak,” Hunter says as he walks back into the office. “As soon as they’re done, they’ll pull it around front.” He holds out a single key. “This is your spare. If you have any issues, just give us a call.”
“That’s it?” she asks as she takes the key from his grasp and clutches it in her fist.
“That’s it. Your paperwork is all signed. You’re free to go.”
“That was easier than I thought it would be.”
“Glad to hear it.” He chuckles as we both stand. “Nice meeting you both.” He lifts his head to look me in the eye. “I saw your truck out front. If you’re ever in the market for an upgrade, come back here. We’ll hook you up.”
“I’m good, but thanks.” I reach out my fist, and he bumps it before I place my hand against Bridgett’s lower back to steer her out of the office.
When we get outside, her new-to-her Toyota is parked next to the curb with the engine running, so I walk her around to the driver’s side door and open it. As she stops, she tips her head back and locks her eyes with mine.
“Thank you for coming with me today. I would have been lost without you.”
“No, you wouldn’t have been,” I tell her quietly because I know she needs to hear that she’s capable of doing these things on her own.
“Still, I appreciate it a lot.” Her fingers play with the handle of her bag. One that probably costs more than I make in a month. “Do you work tonight?”
“I’ve got the night off.” I watch her nod. As she licks her lips, my attention instinctively drops to her mouth. Shit, I need to get out of here. “All right, babe, drive safe.” I take a step back.
“I will.” She lets out a breath. Then, in the blink of an eye, her tits are pressed against my abs, and her arms are around my back. I return her hug on instinct and tell myself to ignore the fact that she feels good in my arms. That her soft curves feel perfect pressed against me. “Thanks, Noah.” She lets me go, and I let my arms fall to my sides.
“Anytime, babe.” I watch her get into her car. Once she’s seated, I shut the door. She smiles up at me through her closed window, and my chest feels strange. But I tell myself to ignore that shit too as I take a step back and watch her drive off.
With a shake of my head, I walk across the lot to my truck and get behind the wheel to head home.
Where I do not get any fucking sleep.
Chapter 5
Bridgett
Mommy Dearest
Looking through the possible answers on the online practice realtor exam, anxiousness begins filling the pit of my stomach. I’ve been studying every night after work for the last two weeks, and I still feel like I know little to nothing at all. After clicking on one of the multiple-choice answers, I let out a sigh of relief when a plethora of fireworks fill the screen, signaling that the test is over, and I passed.
“When is your test?” I spin in my chair at the question and find Edgar, one of the older gentlemen who has worked for my dad forever, standing behind me with a sour expression on his weathered face. Like most people who work in the office, he’s made it very clear that my presence is unwanted and unneeded and that the only reason they tolerate me is because my dad owns the company.
“In two weeks.” I rub my palms down the front of my slacks before standing and pushing in my chair.
“Do you think you should be practicing while you’re here at work?” he asks, and even though his tone is even and nonconfrontational, I can tell by his expression it’s anything but.
“I’m actually on lunch right now.” I grab my purse from the small cabinet behind my desk. “I was just taking a few minutes to practice the test before I went out to find something to eat.” I give him my sweetest smile. “Do you want anything from the coffee shop?”
“Not right now.” He tucks his hands into the front pockets of his slacks and, without another word, walks away, heading toward the offices that line the hall. I’m sure he’ll complain about me to anyone who will listen. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve overheard him and everyone else who works here talking about me behind my back. It sucks and makes it difficult to show up every day. But I need this job, at least until I get my license and can start working somewhere else.