Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“I’ve got more if you need another one,” he said.
A small laugh escaped me. “I might.”
He shifted those brown eyes, which I could look at all day, from my face to the water bottle in my hand before pulling back onto the road. “You want to give me an address for the GPS or just tell me where to turn?”
I licked my lips and glanced at him. The muscles in his arms stretched the sleeves of his shirt. His tan was a deep golden color. Did he spend a lot of time at the beach, pool, or was he outside, working with horses a lot? I knew the Houstons did that whole racehorse life, but I never pictured Saxon doing manual labor. He was sexy, rich, and best friends with Trev Hughes. And it was common knowledge that Trev Hughes threw parties and lived a wild, free life. He didn’t do manual labor.
“I’ll tell you where to turn,” I said, glancing back at the road.
I didn’t need to ogle the guy and weird him out. He was being nice. That was all this was.
“So, tell me, since we didn’t go to school together, but you’re clearly my age or close to it, where did you go?”
I bit my bottom lip, not sure I wanted to engage in this questioning. I’d attended high school, but I’d ended up getting my GED because Mom needed me to work full-time. It was the same for AJ. Our income had been required to help out when we turned fifteen.
“Vanguard,” I finally replied, hoping he didn’t ask more questions.
“We played Vanguard in football,” he said, smirking at me.
I nodded. I was well aware. I had watched Saxon play my sophomore year. He was hard not to watch. It was one of the three football games I’d attended during high school.
“Did you win?” I asked, already knowing they had.
They’d always won. The game I had witnessed, Saxon had scored the winning touchdown. My crush on him had started that night.
He nodded his head, still grinning. “Which year? We won every year I played.”
I laughed, then took another drink of water. “Take the next left,” I told him.
He slowed and put on his blinker before turning.
“It’s another mile before you need to turn again.”
His brown eyes met mine again, and there was a gleam in them that made my heart flutter.
“Do you have a boyfriend? Seeing anyone?” he asked.
My pulse picked up its pace as I stared at him. Had he really asked me that?
I shook my head, then cleared my throat nervously. “No,” I replied.
I had no time to date. I taught eight yoga classes a week, cleaned six different houses a week, and volunteered at the hospital two days a week. The closest thing I’d come to a date was the nephew of my boss at the yoga center I worked at. He’d come to visit this summer and brought me coffee at work two mornings, but the few times he asked me out, I wasn’t available. Sammy, another instructor—who was also a big ho—made it real clear how interested she was, and they’d dated the rest of the time he was in town.
“That might be the best news I’ve heard all damn week,” Saxon drawled with a sexy glint in his eye as he flashed that panty-melting smile at me.
Three
Haisley
Three.
I closed my eyes and sighed.
Three used condoms in the trash.
At least he’s using condoms, I thought bitterly as I emptied the bathroom trash from the room Saxon had now vacated.
He wasn’t coming back. This room was to be cleaned for the next guest. I stared at the bed through the doorway of the bathroom, knowing I had to go back out there and try again.
My first attempt at stripping it had sent me running to the toilet to throw up. I wasn’t sure if it was just because I did that a lot these days or if the smell of Saxon, mixed with the strong perfume the woman had been wearing, wafting from the sheets had been too much for me.
My emotions had been all over the place lately. I rarely had highs anymore, but the lows were becoming a regular thing.
If Milly, Silver’s aunt, hadn’t agreed to let me sleep on the sofa in her apartment until I could save up enough money to afford somewhere to live, I’d be living in a cardboard box. That was the only reason I was in Gainesville.
Milly’s had been the only place I could go after Mom kicked me out.
When Mom had found out I was pregnant, she’d demanded to know whose it was. I refused to tell her, and she took my cell phone away from me. I finally told her, thinking she’d give me my cell phone back, but then she tried to force me to go demand money from the Houstons. There was no way I was doing that.