Wildest Dreams (The Wilds of Montana #3) Read Online Kristen Proby

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Wilds of Montana Series by Kristen Proby
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
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I love these few hours each month spent with so many amazing, intelligent women in business. I’ve learned so much about bookkeeping, marketing, planning, and strategy. I got the idea for lighter furniture from another member of IWC this past winter.

I look forward to these meetings, and I can’t wait for the gala coming up.

Just over an hour later, Charlie has wrapped up her presentation, and some of the women are saying their goodbyes as they hustle back to work. Summer and I are always the last to leave because I help her take the bouquets back to her car.

“Take a couple of these for your shop,” she offers. “Maybe set them on the refreshment table.”

“Oh, that’ll be pretty. Thanks, friend.”

“Do you have a dress picked out for the gala?” she asks.

“No, but I have a nice selection of summer formal gowns coming in at the end of the week because I know people will need to find something.”

“You’re a freaking godsend,” Summer replies. “We should put something out on social media, letting everyone know.”

“Good idea. Well, I have to go overthink my date tonight. I cannot believe I didn’t wear a bra last night.”

“Honestly, let that one go,” Summer advises. “You have spectacular tits, and I’m sure Ryan didn’t mind at all.”

“Yeah, okay.” I look down at the tits in question. “They are rather nice, aren’t they?”

“Spectacular,” she repeats with a laugh and gets into her car. “Have fun tonight! Call and tell me about it.”

“Bye.” I wave her off and slip into my car, start it up, and then frown when the gas light comes on.

I always forget to put gas in my car. It’s one of those little details that slips my mind. I’ve never been stranded, at least not yet, but the light always has to come on to remind me.

“At least it’s downhill most of the way,” I mutter and put the car into gear, headed the short distance back into town. And, it seems there’s a first time for everything because despite the short distance into town, and the fact that it’s mostly downhill, my car decides to sputter to a stop about a mile from my shop.

A half mile from the gas station.

“How long was the light on?” I wonder as I pull my phone out of my purse and call my brother.

“Hey, sis.”

“Hi. Um, are you busy right now?”

“Depends on what you need.”

I cringe and take in a breath. “Well, I ran out of gas, and I need help.”

“You ran out of gas? Why didn’t you fill up, Poll?”

“I forgot. I’m sorry. If you’re busy, I can call roadside assistance.”

“We’re on the way,” he says. “Send me your location.”

He hangs up, and I frown down at the phone as I send him the location, and then I stare out the windshield.

“Wait. He said we’re on the way. Who’s we?”

He must not have been far away because before long, he pulls up behind me in his truck. Climbing out of the passenger side is none other than Ryan Wild.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter and close my eyes. “I can’t catch a break.”

Someone knocks on my window, and I roll it down and smile up at Ryan.

“Hey.”

“Car trouble?” he asks, his lips twitching. He thinks this is funny. And, I admit, it kind of is.

“Out of gas.” I shrug. “I could probably walk back to work from here, but I didn’t want to leave my car.”

“I have gas,” I hear Mac call out from behind me. “Open the tank latch.”

Doing as I’m told, I look back up at Ryan. “You didn’t have to come with him.”

“We were hanging out,” Ryan says. “Mac wants to go look at a horse.”

“Mac always wants to look at a horse,” I reply with a laugh. “That’s what he lives for.”

“Shut up,” Mac replies. “I can hear you. Try the engine.”

With just a little finessing, the engine starts.

“You guys are my heroes. I’d better go to the gas station. Have fun checking out the horse.”

“I’ll see you tonight,” Ryan says and taps the roof of my car before stepping back so I can pull away.

I’ve seen a lot of Ryan Wild lately, and I’m definitely not complaining.

“What do you wear to go on a date with a billionaire?” I wonder out loud as I stand in my closet, clad in only a black bra and panty set that should make Ryan’s eyes bug out of his head if we get naked, and stare at my walls of clothes. “Not that Ry is fancy. I mean, sure, he wore a Dior suit to Remington’s wedding, but that was a wedding. Usually, he’s just in jeans and a shirt, nothing crazy.”

I shake my head. I’m talking to myself. Maybe I should get a cat so when I talk to myself, I’m actually talking to someone else.


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