Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 141634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
“You sure you don’t mind taking these to the builder? I can do it, son,” my dad says, and I shake my head.
“Nah, it’s on the way home for me. You and Mom need to make sure tomorrow is ready to go.” I wink at him as I grab the plans and my bag. “I’m already doing my stomach exercises so I can eat at least three times.”
“I’ll tell your mom,” he says before he’s out the door and I’m following behind him.
My phone buzzes and it’s a text from Jensen telling me he’s there and so is Sage. I feel better. I wave goodbye to my dad, then tell the cab driver my destination and pull out my phone. I shoot a text to the builder and get one back immediately saying they’re waiting.
I roll my eyes because these guys are all the same. It’s a hurry-up-and-wait mentality and it’s tiresome. I’m a workaholic and travel all the time to oversee projects I’ve got going on all over the country. I’m not one to take a break, but even I’m surprised the builder is working this late the day before a holiday. I guess it’s a good sign. I’ve never done a development with this company before, but it’s one that Jensen found for me. He’s got a brilliant mind and I can’t begin to understand how it works. I just know he comes across as an asshole, which is why I’m the one that talks to the clients.
When the cab pulls up to the vacant lot, I get out and glance around at the chain-link fence.
“Leave the meter running. I’ll be back,” I tell the driver, then close the door and walk towards the gate.
I see a light in the distance and I think I see someone there, but it’s so dark out.
“Hello!” I call out as I hold my hand over the light so I can see where I’m going.
“It’s about time,” I hear someone call out and I’m surprised when it’s a woman’s voice.
I hear gravel crunching as she comes closer and I put my hand down. I blink a few times at the blinding light, but finally she’s in front of me. I’m shocked silent at the sight of her. I’ve never seen a woman so stunning before. She’s got blonde hair pulled back in a messy bun with a scarf around her neck. She’s wearing a construction jacket that looks too big for her, and baggy jeans with boots. She’s dressed like a much larger man gave her the clothes, but she’s so goddamn beautiful anyway.
Her bright blue eyes stare at me for a second, then they narrow. “Do you have the plans or not?”
Her abrupt tone takes me off guard so quickly I actually laugh. “Yeah, I do,” I say, holding them out for her. “Are you Aaron Slate?”
“No,” she says, taking the plans from me and tucking them under her arms before she shoves her hands in her pockets.
I wait, but she doesn’t offer anything else. It’s cold enough that I can see her breath in a soft cloud in front of her and I wonder why it makes her look like an angel. Something about this woman has me trying to figure her out, but she’s not giving me an inch.
She looks so sweet, like the girl next door, but the way she’s glaring at me between her shivers makes me think that there’s a wild streak in her.
“Okay, so if you’re not him, then who are you?”
“The person you’ve been texting about getting these plans. I’m taking them to Aaron now.” She turns to leave and I grab her arm.
“Wait a second.” I panic because I don’t really have anything else to say to her but I’m not ready for her to leave. “I was supposed to go over this with him.”
“He said he’ll call you,” she says as she jerks out of my grasp.
“So that’s it?” I say, desperate for some reaction from her.
“I’ve been out here freezing my butt off for the last half an hour waiting on you. Yeah, that’s it. I plan on getting some hot chocolate and then taking a bath so hot I get third degree burns,” she says and then digs her hands deeper into her jacket. “Sorry to be snappy, but I’m in a hurry.”
“Wait,” I say when she begins to leave again. She stops, but this time she doesn’t turn around. “What’s your name?”
She peeks back slightly and her bright blue eyes look me up and down. “Claudia,” she says before she’s gone back into the dark. The cab driver honks somewhere behind me and I wait until I can no longer hear her footsteps in the gravel.
There’s a throb in my chest and for a moment it feels like something just happened; something big. Who was that woman and what has she done to me?