In the Wind Read Online Free
Author: Bijou Hunter
swinging her over my shoulder and turn to the door. I expect everyone in this place to pull their weapons and stop the newcomer from stealing a girl from their domain. People laugh instead. Some take pictures on their phones. No one looks ready to call the cops as I storm past them and out the door.
The music is loud enough outside that I can't hear the names Sawyer's calling me. I suspect most of her threats involve my dick though. Despite my ease at getting out of the honky-tonk, I'm screwed. How the hell do I get this pissed chick anywhere? Sawyer will most definitely jump off a moving Harley. She once jumped out of Bailey's moving SUV because her sister wouldn't change the channel. Sawyer's temper shorts out her common sense every time.
"Hell," I grunt standing in the open. "Do you have a car?"
"I'm going to filet your dick. Grill it too. Feed it to my dogs!"
I open my mouth to mention something about Cooper sending me. I even think to explain how I'm only there to help. My goal is to bullshit Sawyer long enough to find her keys.
The second her feet touch the parking lot, Sawyer's knee goes straight for my crotch again. I expect as much and block it. My hands dig in the pockets of her jean shorts while she punches my arms and back. Her pockets are empty. She isn't even carrying cash.
"How the hell did you get here?" I demand, pissed at how I've been in town less than an hour and already fucked up.
When Sawyer opens her mouth, I do the same to tell her to save the dick threats. We both pause when a camouflaged truck comes barreling into the parking lot at us.
"Shit!" I holler, grabbing Sawyer in the hopes of moving her out of the truck's path.
The truck swings around and sprays mud at us. Sawyer is about to raise hell until we notice the two figures pointing weapons in our direction from the truck's bed. I make a move for my gun while shoving Sawyer behind me. The first shot hits me square in the stomach. Even hurting like a sonovabitch, the wound isn't from a bullet but a paintball. The next shot hits my hand reaching for my gun. I'm nailed in the legs, arms, and gut.
My brain is just accepts they're not trying to kill us when Sawyer makes a run for the truck. One of the figures reaches a hand out and pulls her into the bed. The second figure fires at my feet.
"Go!" one of the figures yells, and the truck speeds off.
Sawyer and the two figures hold on while the truck disappears out of the parking lot and down the road towards the McLaughlin property. Drenched in pink paint, I wonder what kind of people I'm dealing with around here.
"Could have told you that would happen," a woman says, leaving Hidey-hole."
"Why didn't you?" I ask like a dope.
The woman only laughs as she reaches her car. Other people are laughing too from the doorway of the honky-tonk. No wonder they didn't call the cops.
Arriving at a hotel just out of town, I receive laughter from the front clerk. Even after I give my death stare, the guy snickers.
"Could be worse," he says, handing me the room keycards.
"How do you figure?"
"They could have been using real bullets. Last I checked, those aren't pink."
Forcing a grin, I stomp to my room to wash the pink splatter from my hair. After a thirty-minute shower, I sit on the bed and think about my next move. Everyone in this town seems to know everyone else's business. Showing up unannounced at the McLaughlin house likely won't go well, and I'm not looking to be shot with pink paint again.
Rather than going in half-cocked again, I plan to make an appointment by asking just about anyone in Last Dollar to set it up. Sawyer has wild friends here, but she's fooling herself if she thinks I'm returning to Ellsberg empty-handed.
Chapter 5
Sawyer
I Don't Want To Love You (but I Do)
My brother is a dead man. I'm so pissed on the drive back to the house that I nearly fly out of the bed of the truck when we hit bump. Pulling me back to safety, Bodie gives one of her disapproving mom looks. I hold
The music is loud enough outside that I can't hear the names Sawyer's calling me. I suspect most of her threats involve my dick though. Despite my ease at getting out of the honky-tonk, I'm screwed. How the hell do I get this pissed chick anywhere? Sawyer will most definitely jump off a moving Harley. She once jumped out of Bailey's moving SUV because her sister wouldn't change the channel. Sawyer's temper shorts out her common sense every time.
"Hell," I grunt standing in the open. "Do you have a car?"
"I'm going to filet your dick. Grill it too. Feed it to my dogs!"
I open my mouth to mention something about Cooper sending me. I even think to explain how I'm only there to help. My goal is to bullshit Sawyer long enough to find her keys.
The second her feet touch the parking lot, Sawyer's knee goes straight for my crotch again. I expect as much and block it. My hands dig in the pockets of her jean shorts while she punches my arms and back. Her pockets are empty. She isn't even carrying cash.
"How the hell did you get here?" I demand, pissed at how I've been in town less than an hour and already fucked up.
When Sawyer opens her mouth, I do the same to tell her to save the dick threats. We both pause when a camouflaged truck comes barreling into the parking lot at us.
"Shit!" I holler, grabbing Sawyer in the hopes of moving her out of the truck's path.
The truck swings around and sprays mud at us. Sawyer is about to raise hell until we notice the two figures pointing weapons in our direction from the truck's bed. I make a move for my gun while shoving Sawyer behind me. The first shot hits me square in the stomach. Even hurting like a sonovabitch, the wound isn't from a bullet but a paintball. The next shot hits my hand reaching for my gun. I'm nailed in the legs, arms, and gut.
My brain is just accepts they're not trying to kill us when Sawyer makes a run for the truck. One of the figures reaches a hand out and pulls her into the bed. The second figure fires at my feet.
"Go!" one of the figures yells, and the truck speeds off.
Sawyer and the two figures hold on while the truck disappears out of the parking lot and down the road towards the McLaughlin property. Drenched in pink paint, I wonder what kind of people I'm dealing with around here.
"Could have told you that would happen," a woman says, leaving Hidey-hole."
"Why didn't you?" I ask like a dope.
The woman only laughs as she reaches her car. Other people are laughing too from the doorway of the honky-tonk. No wonder they didn't call the cops.
Arriving at a hotel just out of town, I receive laughter from the front clerk. Even after I give my death stare, the guy snickers.
"Could be worse," he says, handing me the room keycards.
"How do you figure?"
"They could have been using real bullets. Last I checked, those aren't pink."
Forcing a grin, I stomp to my room to wash the pink splatter from my hair. After a thirty-minute shower, I sit on the bed and think about my next move. Everyone in this town seems to know everyone else's business. Showing up unannounced at the McLaughlin house likely won't go well, and I'm not looking to be shot with pink paint again.
Rather than going in half-cocked again, I plan to make an appointment by asking just about anyone in Last Dollar to set it up. Sawyer has wild friends here, but she's fooling herself if she thinks I'm returning to Ellsberg empty-handed.
Chapter 5
Sawyer
I Don't Want To Love You (but I Do)
My brother is a dead man. I'm so pissed on the drive back to the house that I nearly fly out of the bed of the truck when we hit bump. Pulling me back to safety, Bodie gives one of her disapproving mom looks. I hold
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