Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 108124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Levi chuckled. He looked to me for help, but I shrugged and shook my head.
Mom started to drag the poor man toward the door. “Now what’s your favorite pie? I made pecan, apple, and a peach cobbler.”
Levi’s eyes flashed to me. “Did you say peach cobbler? I love peach cobbler—almost as much as your daughter does.” He grinned. “You know Presley likes it so much, sometimes she even dreams about eating peach cobbler.”
“When she was little she used to dream about riding horses.”
Levi chuckled. “You don’t say…” He opened the door to Mom’s house and held out his hand for her to walk in first. As I passed, he leaned to whisper in my ear. “Riding and eating pie. Can you guess what I’ll be picturing while you eat that cobbler?”
I squinted at him, though my face was flushed. “I’ll be having the apple.”
“Pity. But hey, you were looking for a sign earlier to tell you what to do.” He winked. “Maybe this is it.”
CHAPTER 12
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Levi
The next morning I was on my way to pick up Presley at her mother’s when my cell phone rang. Tanner flashed on the screen. It had been a long time since my brother had called, so I was curious about what he wanted. Maybe I had some latent guilt for rubbing one out to thoughts of Presley eating that damn pie last night, but I got a little nervous that maybe my mother had said something about Presley and me growing too close.
I took a deep breath before swiping to answer on speakerphone. “Hey. What’s up?”
“The superstar decides to answer his phone…”
Tanner and I didn’t speak much, but this was exactly the shit he did every time we did. To my knowledge, I’d never blown off a single one of his calls. Yet he had this passive-aggressive way of making it seem like my ego kept me from talking to him. “Have you tried to reach me recently and I missed your call?”
“Nah. I just know how busy you are. So I try not to bother you.”
I gritted my teeth. “Always have time for family, brother.”
“Yeah, well, speaking of family. What the hell happened at The Palm Inn last night? I just heard about the fire on the news.”
“We had some work done, and the fire department thinks it disturbed some frayed wires and started a small fire in one of the bedrooms.”
“I told Presley that place was falling down. Maybe now she’ll come to her senses and move back to New York.”
I felt defensive. “It’s actually not falling down. She’s done a lot of work, and it’s looking pretty good already.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
I realized he hadn’t asked how Presley or Alex were, even though he’d said he heard about the fire on the news. “Have you spoken to Presley today?”
“Nah. I left a voicemail, but she hasn’t called me back yet. That’s why I’m calling you to find out what went down.”
“Did you talk to Mom?”
“No, why?”
“So how do you know Presley and Alex are okay?”
“The news said no one was hurt.”
I shook my head. Unbelievable. Even if it were okay to accept what they said on the news, he should’ve at least asked about their emotional states. Being in a fire could be traumatic, especially for a kid. This fucker probably didn’t even know Alex hadn’t been home.
“Nice legs, by the way,” Tanner said. “Are you sure whatever the two of you were doing didn’t start the fire?”
My face wrinkled. “What are you talking about?”
“The news had a picture of you and some woman getting cozy on the lawn. Was your shirt off before the fire, or did you take it off when the reporters showed up?” He snickered.
Shit. I had no idea what picture he was talking about, but I didn’t have a good feeling about it. I pulled over to the side of the road and took my phone out of the hands-free cradle. “Listen. I need to run into the insurance broker’s office, so I have to hang up.”
“Alright, yeah. I’ll talk to—”
I swiped off before he’d even finished his sentence and typed into the Google search bar: Beaufort fire.
Sure enough, the picture he’d been referring to popped up.
Jesus Christ. I raked my hand through my hair. That did not look good. Thankfully, my bonehead brother didn’t even recognize his ex-fiancée’s legs. The photo showed Presley from the back, but her entire body was wrapped in my Broncos blanket, including the back of her head. So the only thing you could see was the rear of her bare legs. It was easy to assume she was naked under the fleece, and I stood close, with one hand on her arm, looking down at her. And of course, I’d given her my shirt, so I was shirtless. The shot captured what looked like a pretty intimate moment. I scanned the headline underneath the photo: Levi Miller and mystery woman get cozy as family’s historic B&B goes up in flames.