Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Speaking of, I drop by Melva’s Diner for a coffee before heading to the firehouse. I park on Main street and walk the rest of the way. Along the way, I am greeted by people I’ve known my whole life. I have a fulfilling career, a loving family, and great friends. The one thing that’s missing from my life is a woman to share it all with. The downside to living in such a small town is that everyone is paired up by eighth grade. The Two Hearts Bar & Grill is the perfect place for a frosty beer, a nice burger, and the Denver Broncos on game day. However, it’s lousy for finding the woman I’m supposed to be with for the rest of my life. After my shift, I head to Two Hearts for a quiet beer, because I don’t want to deal with the hassle of driving to Billings.
When I was younger, I used to go into Billings hitting bars, looking for love but that never, ever worked out for me. Normally, women are afraid of my sheer size. Because of that, I haven’t been with a woman in at least ten years. Probably longer. At thirty-three, I am ready to settle down but haven’t found the one.
“Hey hotshot, I heard you saved a family today, single-handedly,” Frank Jones says as soon as I walk in the bar. He’s a ninety-year-old codger and from the time the bar opens until it closes, his ass is on that barstool. Mrs. Jones appreciates the fact he has somewhere to go and pester other folks during the day.
“No sir. It was a team effort,” I tell him as I sit down next to him. Mr. Jones is good for tales of Vietnam and how to grow prize-winning pumpkins every fall. He also has a million stories of how his chickens escape and pester the skunks in a weird pack mentality. I am not sure I believe those stories.
“Bullshit, boy. Let me buy you a beer,” he says chuckling. I nod because you don’t say no to Mr. Jones. He goes on and on about something his wife did this morning while I take a pull of the beer Sloane, the bartender and daughter of the owner’s sets down in front of me.
“Thanks, Sloane.” I’ve known Sloane since she was a baby. Her brother is the sheriff of Heart Falls and my best friend since preschool.
“No problem, hero,” she says laughing at me. My phone rings and I answer it without looking at who it is.
“Felton.”
“Hey man, it’s Ash. I’m calling with an update from earlier.”
“Oh yeah. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. Johnson is at the hospital now with them.”
“Them?”
“The little girls too,” Ash says.
Suddenly, the door flies open, hitting the brick wall outside as the wind catches it. I look up and find the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen standing in the doorway, struggling to pull the door closed behind her.
“Thanks for the update. Gotta go, man. Talk soon.” I hang up without letting him respond. I can’t stop staring.
Her white shirt is soaked and her black bra shines through, as do her perky nipples. I am thanking God there’s only a handful of people in here right now and they are all on the north side of eighty. Her curly, blonde hair is dripping wet and hanging in alluring tendrils. Her curves go on for days and the blood in my body heads straight for my cock. Adjusting it, I make no move to stop staring at her blinding beauty. Her blue eyes are shining, I can see that from here.
God bless America.
I may have missed the town fireworks display, but with luck, we’ll be making our own tonight. I don’t care who this girl is or who she belongs to, she’s mine now.
Chapter Two
Sabrina Morris
Shit! I think as I race into the only place that’s open on Main Street of this tiny Montana town. Growing up in Vegas, this is an oddity for me. I have never seen anything so… quiet before. After I graduated high school, I decided to travel around Europe before finding a job at one of the high-end hotels that litter the strip. That all changed when my mom, Penny, married the mayor of Heart Falls, Montana. She managed to move here with all of our stuff and get my 2019 Jeep Wrangler to the Billings airport parking lot in less than a week.
Today has been a shitshow starting with missing my plane in London and subsequently all of my connecting flights. To top it all off, as soon as I opened my car door here in the parking lot, it started pouring down rain. I am soaked and freezing though it’s July. I also imagine that I look like a sad, wet dog right about now. I need a cup of coffee and something to eat, but something tells me that I won’t find food here.