Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Not quietly enough for she followed his look at the jacked up Ford F-250.
“Is this going to be a problem?” Her question was low.
“Not for you.” Crossing his arms, he watched as the truck stopped by the bike. The door opened and out hopped his brother.
There wasn’t any way to ignore the sharp inhalation she gave. “There’s two of you.”
Moving up beside her, he shook his head as Tavin strode to them.
He wanted to kill Tavin. Even though he should have expected it, considering his brother. Yet he was still annoyed.
Extremely.
“Tavin Bly.” His twin stuck out his hand. “The older, better looking twin.”
Cutting his gaze to the woman beside him. Her lips twitched once as she put her hand in Tavin’s.
“Nice to meet you, Tavin Bly, the older, better looking brother. I’m Neha Kirk.”
Davin growled in his throat as Tavin took her from him, keeping her hand in his.
“My brother mentioned what an excellent shot you are. He’s so stingy with his praise, I knew you were going to be amazing. I was right.”
Neha’s reply was to tow for Davin to make out but Tavin burst into laughter, nodding his head. He lengthened his stride and caught up as they reached the range.
While Davin wanted to insert himself in the conversation he didn’t. He liked seeing her a bit more relaxed and it pissed him the fuck off it was with his brother, but he knew his brother had a serious hard on for the dispatcher he worked with. That was the only saving grace for the hell he was enduring.
The first car pulled in and he yanked his head from thoughts of Neha Kirk and how fucking delicious she looked in her jeans and went to meet the people who were paying him good money to teach them how to shoot in self-defense.
Class was larger than he’d actually been expecting. Twelve showed. As they all stood in a semi-circle around him, he pushed his hands in his pockets.
“We’re going to do some more shooting tonight, but for those of you who maybe hadn’t felt so comfortable with a man behind you, I did enlist the assistance of a woman that I work with to help out. She’s a great shot and is going to be able to help out. Also, and you can see him there, my twin brother who is a member of SWAT is also here tonight if you have any questions for him. I know he’ll be more than happy to answer them.”
He gestured to the range.
“Let’s get started.”
Chapter 3
Neha closed her eyes and embraced the warm breeze flowing off the water to skim her. She leaned against the railing and just enjoyed the sunlight.
“You’re thinking about him again aren’t you.” Shoulders brushed hers and the warm smell of sugar intermixed with the salt of the sea. “Never mind, no need to answer. I know I’m right.”
“Go away, Cindy.” She didn’t open her eyes.
“Why on earth would I do that? I just got here.”
That was her girl. So fucking literal. “What are you doing here?”
“Looking for you, of course. Are you going to stand there with your eyes scrunched up as if you don’t fucking know I’m right here before you?” Barely a second passed before the expected, yet still painful, kick to her shin came. “Look at me.”
With a dramatic sigh, she did as commanded. “Why did you kick me? I don’t need bruising.”
She waved it off and offered her one of the two cups she had on the railing in front of her. “This is for you because I love you.”
Watermelon frozen yogurt. One of her favorites. Neha reached for it as her mind blared a red alarm. “Bullshit. You only get me things when you need something.” Even so, she indulged in a bite groaning as the smooth treat coated her tongue. Better than sex. Of course, she’d not had any for a while so what the hell did she know if that were true or not? “And even more so when you bring me this. Spill it, bitch. What did you sign me up for or how much is this going to cost me?”
Cindy touched the blonde loose fat corkscrew curls she’d done her hair in with a small grin. “You really should trust me you know.”
She finished off the bit on her spoon before poking in her friend’s direction. “Trust you? Trust you? Whose idea was it to break into the school and grab Terry’s letterman jacket from his locker? Because he was so dreamy and we just knew he would want to date someone if she was the one to return his prize possession? Or the time, we just had to egg the house of the supposed guy who had hurt you, that turned out to be the superintendent’s house.”
“You could have said no,” Cindy said with a shit eating grin on her face. Men moving by nearly tripped over their feet with that hundred watt smile. “I love you, Neha.”