Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13385 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13385 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
“So, you’re good with the fifteen hundred then?” I asked her, unable to keep my shock out of my voice. Fifteen hundred dollars would not only pay all my bills, but I’d be able to put money back into savings too and go grocery shopping.
Holy fuck. This woman was a blessing.
She laughed a little. “I’m good with it, hun. My son has been through a lot, and he deserves the absolute best.”
My heart ached for this woman. Her words were full of conviction. No doubt, she was a good mom.
I swallowed, trying to force my voice back to normal. “Uh…” I cringed, trying to remember what the hell came next. I was a little blindsided. “Sorry. Brain fart.” She laughed. “I just need your email so I can send you an invoice,” I finally told her.
“No biggie.” She rattled off her email, and I quickly wrote it down. “I’ll pay it as soon as I get the email. I look forward to meeting you tomorrow, Selma.”
“You, too, Mikayla. Have a wonderful evening.”
I ended the call and then squealed, spinning around in a circle.
I could put off having to find a part-time job one more month.
Thank you, Mikayla Aldrich.
“Selma!” I spun around to face whoever called my name. A blonde woman was jogging across the parking lot, waving at me. Wearing a pair of black slacks, a baby blue blouse, and pointy black flats, she looked like one of the workers. I tentatively waved back, wondering who in the world she was. She reached me, beaming, not even out of breath. I would have felt like I was dying. “I’m Mikayla.”
“Oh!” I thrust my hand out, a light blush staining my cheeks. “Sorry if I appeared a little freaked out.”
She shook my hand, her smile never faltering. “Don’t worry about it. If some random freak woman started yelling my name and running to me looking like she worked in this courthouse, I’d run, too.” I laughed. “I don’t normally dress like this. In fact, I actually had to go shopping so I had something suitable to wear.”
I grinned at her; her smile was so infectious. “Anyway, I wanted to introduce myself, my significant other, and our son.” She smiled at a bulky man standing next to a pickup truck. A boy angled out of the backseat—probably about fifteen or sixteen years old—and walked to stand beside the man. “My spouse is Beau Justice, and that’s our son, Bentley.”
I waved at them, and the older man cracked a grin, waving back. Bentley sort of just raised his hand and dropped it back to his side, shoving his hands into the pockets of his blue jeans afterward. He had on a button-down shirt open over a white t-shirt and a pair of Converse. The other man was wearing a pair of slacks the same color as Mikayla’s and a black button-down.
“I need to head on inside,” Mikayla told me. “Please join us at the get-together after,” she pleaded. “You’re recording something so important to us. It doesn’t feel right to not have you there, too.”
“I—well, I’ll need to edit your pictures—” I stammered. I’d rather not go considering it would be nothing but strangers. Which would one hundred percent be out of my element and uncomfortable.
She waved me off. “Nonsense. Come hang out with us at the clubhouse. You know where it is, right? Storm Hogs MC?”
I nodded. Who didn’t know of the Storm Hogs MC? I hadn’t lived here long, but they were known all over the state of Georgia for all the charity runs and donations they did. People really looked up to them.
“Okay,” I agreed, not wanting to ruin her day even the slightest bit. “I’ll be there.” And hoping I won’t regret it, I silently added.
She beamed at me. “Great!” With that, she rushed off.
I headed toward the entrance of the courthouse so I could be ready with my camera. I already had video cameras set up from different angles so I could create a beautiful video for her. I didn’t want her family to miss a moment of this from a spectator’s point of view. She was paying a big enough price for it.
I screamed when a bike tore into the lot, almost running me over. The rider screeched to a stop at the very last second and ripped his helmet off, his blue eyes wide and filled with horror. His black hair was a mess on his head from his helmet, and damp strands clung to his forehead from sweat.
“I’m—”
“What the fuck?” I exploded at him, my hands shaking. I swallowed vomit from the fear, my heart knocking painfully against my breastbone. “Learn to fucking drive!”
With that, I stormed into the courthouse, my entire body trembling from the adrenalone and my knees just about knocking together.
two
Remi
I quickly parked my bike, my heart hammering in my chest too fast to be even remotely safe. Scrambling off the bike, I quickly began to rush after the gorgeous blonde, who was currently marching up the steps of the courthouse like I’d personally lit a fire under her heels.