Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“That’s not the point,” I snap as I glare at him. “He shouldn’t be around losers like them.”
“Losers like my friends?” Rhys says as he raises his eyebrow.
“Yes,” I say flatly. “Losers like your friends.”
We stare each other down for a long moment until he rolls his eyes. “Oliver. Get over here!”
Oliver drops the beer and comes running.
“Get in the house,” I tell him. “You’re too young to drink.”
“But the guys are just about to—”
“Get in the house!” Rhys snaps.
“Aww,” Oliver whines before ultimately sulking into the house.
Rhys is all business as he turns back to me. “You have one more day,” he says with his finger in my face. “One. More. Day.”
He storms off and I take a deep breath before heading into the house.
I borrow my mother’s laptop and head into my room to do some research on my new employer.
After some clever FaceBook sleuthing, I manage to find some old pictures of Logan. He doesn’t have a profile, but I figured out the high school he must have attended and the years he was most likely to be there. After going through some of the students’ photos, I found a picture of him.
I smile as I lay down on the bed and tilt the screen down. He looks so young, but it’s still that same alluring face. He looks more at ease. Like the harshness of the world hasn’t burdened him with all that pain and anguish.
I stare at it for a long time and then save it to a secret folder so I can come and look at it whenever I want. I’m so focused on him that I don’t notice the background until it hits me like a bucket of cold water. That tree…
I lower the screen and rush to the window. What the hell? It’s the same tree as outside. I’d recognize that twisted trunk anywhere.
I start frantically looking through more photos until I find an old album on some guy named Lucas Hannah’s profile. It’s entitled Prom Party at Logan Crawford’s house! and the house looks oddly familiar.
It’s the same house that I’m in now.
Wait…
This is Logan’s old ranch?
How did Rhys get Logan’s parent’s ranch? Something is up and knowing Rhys, it’s not good.
My mind is spinning as my mother walks into the room. Oh, great.
I close the laptop and sit up on the bed.
“I just need my computer for a recipe,” she says as she takes it. Her eyes widen and she grins when she opens it and sees the picture of Logan. “Who’s this? He’s cute.”
“It’s nobody,” I say as I lay on the bed and turn away from her.
She doesn’t get to ask me this kind of stuff anymore. Not after what she’s done to our family.
“Is he a friend of yours?”
I suck in a breath and stare at the wall until she gets the hint and leaves.
“Not a friend,” I whisper to myself. “Just a big mistake.”
Chapter Five
Logan
I didn’t sleep at all last night, but it wasn’t because I was longing for my mate in despair. It was because I was excitedly longing to see her this morning.
I’m up before the sun, showered, and dressed in clean jeans and a dark button-down collared shirt by the time the sun first cracks over the horizon.
My girl Brooklyn left in a hurry and we never set a time for her to arrive. I hope she shows up early. I hope she’s feeling the pull to me half as bad as I’m feeling it to her.
I can’t stop thinking about her. I look at my hands, squeezing my fingers in and out of fists, knowing that they were on her body. They were on her gorgeous face. I can still taste the ripe sweetness of her mouth. The softness of her tongue.
I groan as I walk down the steps outside and head toward the stables. I don’t want to wake the horses, but I have to be near where she was. I want to be in the exact spot where I first laid claim on her mouth.
She still doesn’t know that we’re mates. I didn’t want to overwhelm her with too many emotions on our first meeting. I could tell she was already overwhelmed with the sensations racing through her body. It was intense for both of us.
I probably shouldn’t have kissed her, but what’s done is done and I don’t regret a thing. I couldn’t resist those plump pink lips.
Even if she was upset, she’ll be back. She won’t be able to stay away. Our bond is going to be a strong one. It’s going to last forever.
I wait and wait for her for what feels like days, but it’s only a few hours. She arrives at about seven o’clock and when I see her car, I race over to greet her.