Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
The tears had dried up. “I’ve been lied to and ... I hate him, and I love him, and I hate him so damn much. He’s a father of three with another woman, and he won’t give me a divorce. What kind of person does that?” she asked.
“A man that still loves you?” he asked.
“No, a man that loves a woman doesn’t look at another. He doesn’t live two lives. Do you know what sucks? Everyone else knew, didn’t they?” she asked, looking at him.
He held his hands up. “I can honestly say I didn’t have a fucking clue. I was gone before that kid and the other two were born. The whole club drama is all news to me.”
That made her feel a little relief. There was at least someone who hadn’t lied to her.
She smiled at him. “Venom, I know we don’t know each other that well, but can I ask something of you?”
“Sure.”
“Please don’t lie to me.”
“I won’t.”
She looked at him, and even though he could be lying right now, she got the feeling he wasn’t.
Chapter Four
Bolt looked down at the roses he’d just purchased, and he checked to make sure none of them were wilted. It had been a long ass week, and Maverick had wanted him to go with Venom to check out a few deals.
He didn’t really know Venom. The guy had gone away during his prospecting years and was only around for two of them. During the ride there, and the pit stops for gas and food, there was absolutely no conversation. They got their job done, headed back, and still nothing. Not a single word was spoken. When he asked around from the guys, he got a mixed response. To some, Venom talked. To others, he was the silent type.
It was now Friday, and rather than sit around the club, he was attempting to take the lead and find a way of winning back his woman. He was tired of setting fire to divorce documents.
His mother had also told him that Gus and Willow would be out of the house on Friday night, so that was the perfect opportunity to talk with Morwenna. He’d hoped to speak to her at the fair, but instead, he dealt with Kyle, who was having a hissy fit because he wanted his father to go on the roller-coaster ride. First, he had to remind the kid that whenever they were in public, his name was Bolt. Then, he took his kid on the roller-coaster ride, after which Kyle threw up everywhere. He took Star and the kids back to their home.
When he returned to the fair, he couldn’t find Morwenna anywhere, which pissed him off. He’d hoped to create some fond memories. They’d gone to so many fairs during their time together. It was where they had a lot of fun, and that didn’t happen.
Which is why he had the roses and was knocking on her parents’ door. This reminded him of the good old days of their dating. This is what their prom was like, only they’d been married by the time prom happened. It was a lot of fun.
He took a deep breath, and the door opened. Whatever smile was on her face vanished.
“Look, I know you’re not my biggest fan right now, but I was hoping we could talk.”
“Talk?” she asked.
“Yeah, clear the air. You keep sending me divorce papers, and I fucked up with everything I did, and it’s going to take a lot for me to make up for it. I brought you some flowers?”
For a second Morwenna didn’t say a word. She looked at the flowers for a long time, and he wondered if there was some foreign object on them, with how enraptured her gaze was. He started to feel a little nervous. Usually, with flowers, Morwenna was happy. Only this time, she just stared at them.
He felt the air go silent.
“Sure,” Morwenna said. “To talk.”
She moved back, and he stepped over the threshold, happy to feel it wasn’t booby-trapped. That was a good sign. If it was left to Gus, he was pretty sure that guy had some kind of weapon that could detect movement, and would have him killed within seconds.
Morwenna closed the door, and he was still breathing. So far, a perfectly respectable feeling. He held out the roses.
Her gaze landed on them, and she took them, and he didn’t get a kiss or a thank you. She held the roses in her hand, and he followed her through to the kitchen. The oven was on, and the scent of baking was heavy in the air. He was pretty sure he detected a hint of cinnamon.
“So, uh, how have you been?”
“I’m good. Just working on a few recipes for the blog, so, what is it you wanted to talk about?” she asked. “What will it take to get you to sign the divorce papers?”