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shouldn't have said it. She knew from
the first word she should stop, but she couldn't. There was something about
this girl with the same hazel eyes and long, thin nose that raised hell in her.
Riley's phone beeped, and
she flicked the touch screen before she stood up and looked at her sister for
the first time since they got home. Glaring at Alexis, she said, “You're such a
bitch.” She grabbed her small purse off the back of the couch and then
announced, “Jimmy's outside,” and walked to the front door.
Alexis had neither the
patience nor the desire to go after her, and when the door slammed, she was
just happy to have some peace for the first time all day.
Chapter 5
Water engulfed Ryan’s body,
and he sank to the hard platform that held the mattress. Ryan hated waking up
in a strange bed, especially a water bed. It was what he had done the day
before, and if all went as planned, he would be doing it for the next two weeks
and no more. If things didn’t go as planned, he would become Caitlyn and
Michael's house guest. He was a terrible house guest.
As it was, he felt like he
was intruding upon the newlyweds, and they weren't even in the country. Being
in someone else's house, using their stuff, was unbearable. He had offered—even
begged—to stay in a hotel while he was working on the remodel, but Michael had
insisted that he stay in the extra room. Apparently he had some experience with
the local motel and couldn’t recommend it. It would have been nice to know that
the guest room had a water bed before he made any commitments.
Ryan rolled uncomfortably
out of the bed and ran his hands through his hair. Now was as good a time as
any, he supposed. Picking up his watch, he discovered that it was nearly 8:30.
He overslept, though he wasn’t sure how. It didn’t feel like he slept at all.
He crossed the room, whipped
open the bedroom door, and flew into the bathroom across the hall. He’d shower,
but it would have to be quick. Daniel Montgomery, the contractor for the job
and Ryan’s only real friend, was currently in transit to meet him at the house
to start the job.
He was glad to get some
company in this lonely town. The last real conversation he had was with the
mysterious brunette the previous morning at breakfast. While it was
occasionally nice to have some time to one's self, her naked body writhing
around in his head had made alone time nearly unbearable. He wondered what
could make a woman so cold after a night that was so hot. He didn't understand
her, and the more he tried the more confused he got.
Ryan turned off the shower
and wrapped a towel around his waist. He stood over the sink to brush his
teeth, trim his beard, and style his hair. Again, he was just going to have to
deal with the basics.
Ryan had given up trying to
understand women a long time ago. Anyone who knew his mother understood that.
She was acerbic, mean, and demanding. Most of his childhood, this abuse had
fallen on his father, who took it silently. He hated his father for that.
Ryan had almost completely
dismissed women from his life. Once the hormones started coursing through his
veins, he realized that they fulfilled another need, but he didn't really want
to have anything to do with them personally.
Ryan wasn't sexist. He
didn't care what women did as long as they stayed out of his personal business.
Of course, he kept as little personal business as possible.
As for his father, last Ryan
knew he was still in that same old house in Middle-of-Nowhere, Iowa trying to
drink away the self-pity. He could do that alone.
Ryan walked back into the
bedroom and opened the closet door, where he’d hung his suits and dress shirts
the night before. He grabbed the first things that matched and began dressing.
He left the room buttoning his shirt.
When he got to the kitchen,
Ryan leaned over the table to review the blueprint while he tied the noose
around his neck. The plan was fairly simple. They
the first word she should stop, but she couldn't. There was something about
this girl with the same hazel eyes and long, thin nose that raised hell in her.
Riley's phone beeped, and
she flicked the touch screen before she stood up and looked at her sister for
the first time since they got home. Glaring at Alexis, she said, “You're such a
bitch.” She grabbed her small purse off the back of the couch and then
announced, “Jimmy's outside,” and walked to the front door.
Alexis had neither the
patience nor the desire to go after her, and when the door slammed, she was
just happy to have some peace for the first time all day.
Chapter 5
Water engulfed Ryan’s body,
and he sank to the hard platform that held the mattress. Ryan hated waking up
in a strange bed, especially a water bed. It was what he had done the day
before, and if all went as planned, he would be doing it for the next two weeks
and no more. If things didn’t go as planned, he would become Caitlyn and
Michael's house guest. He was a terrible house guest.
As it was, he felt like he
was intruding upon the newlyweds, and they weren't even in the country. Being
in someone else's house, using their stuff, was unbearable. He had offered—even
begged—to stay in a hotel while he was working on the remodel, but Michael had
insisted that he stay in the extra room. Apparently he had some experience with
the local motel and couldn’t recommend it. It would have been nice to know that
the guest room had a water bed before he made any commitments.
Ryan rolled uncomfortably
out of the bed and ran his hands through his hair. Now was as good a time as
any, he supposed. Picking up his watch, he discovered that it was nearly 8:30.
He overslept, though he wasn’t sure how. It didn’t feel like he slept at all.
He crossed the room, whipped
open the bedroom door, and flew into the bathroom across the hall. He’d shower,
but it would have to be quick. Daniel Montgomery, the contractor for the job
and Ryan’s only real friend, was currently in transit to meet him at the house
to start the job.
He was glad to get some
company in this lonely town. The last real conversation he had was with the
mysterious brunette the previous morning at breakfast. While it was
occasionally nice to have some time to one's self, her naked body writhing
around in his head had made alone time nearly unbearable. He wondered what
could make a woman so cold after a night that was so hot. He didn't understand
her, and the more he tried the more confused he got.
Ryan turned off the shower
and wrapped a towel around his waist. He stood over the sink to brush his
teeth, trim his beard, and style his hair. Again, he was just going to have to
deal with the basics.
Ryan had given up trying to
understand women a long time ago. Anyone who knew his mother understood that.
She was acerbic, mean, and demanding. Most of his childhood, this abuse had
fallen on his father, who took it silently. He hated his father for that.
Ryan had almost completely
dismissed women from his life. Once the hormones started coursing through his
veins, he realized that they fulfilled another need, but he didn't really want
to have anything to do with them personally.
Ryan wasn't sexist. He
didn't care what women did as long as they stayed out of his personal business.
Of course, he kept as little personal business as possible.
As for his father, last Ryan
knew he was still in that same old house in Middle-of-Nowhere, Iowa trying to
drink away the self-pity. He could do that alone.
Ryan walked back into the
bedroom and opened the closet door, where he’d hung his suits and dress shirts
the night before. He grabbed the first things that matched and began dressing.
He left the room buttoning his shirt.
When he got to the kitchen,
Ryan leaned over the table to review the blueprint while he tied the noose
around his neck. The plan was fairly simple. They
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