Page 47 of The Jackpot Screwer
Hunter leaned into my space. “Me selfish?”
“Yeah, you.”
He shook his head. “Only you could spoil this for me when you know what she means to me.”
“It’s the order of things, Hunt.” Looking down at the piece of paper I curled my lip. “You and your damn sexy words, it’s all so easy for you. Whereas me, I impregnated my girl and she dumped my ass. I came here to ask you for advice on how to get her back, but you have to spoil it by being some fucking Casanova who just clicks his fingers and gets my damn sister to marry him.”
“She hasn’t said yes, yet. I haven’t even asked her yet.”
I threw my hands into the air. “But we all know she will. Who could deny the great and wonderful Hunter Delaney?”
“Why, you selfish prick.”
The punch came before I even saw it. It wasn’t hard, we were best friends after all, but it was enough to land me in the hay and sawdust.
“What was that for?” I yelled looking up at Hunt who was looming over me.
“For being a spoiled brat.” He held his hand out to me. “Now, get up.”
Taking his hand, I allowed Hunt to pull me to my feet and growled at him. “Dick.”
“Well, takes one to know one,” he muttered.
Brushing down my jeans I glared at him and when he stared back, still looking kind of sickly, I burst out laughing.
“So, you really want to spend the rest of your life with Ellie?” I asked.
Hunter nodded and a small grin appeared on his face. “Asked your dad’s permission, got a ring and everything. So, yep, I want to spend the rest of my life with Ellie.”
“And you called me a dick.”
Hunter rolled his eyes and stooped to pick up his speech that I’d dropped on the floor. “Just don’t pressure her,” he said, folding it and pushing it into his back pocket. “Bronte. Give her space and she’ll realize what she’s missing.”
Smiling over at him I nodded. “Thanks buddy. Appreciate it.”
“Yeah well, another word of advice; do not ever mention again about calling your kid, your dog, or even the first goldfish you win at the town fair for that kid Blake. Not if you really want Bronte back and want to keep her.”
I staggered backward. “What the hell… how could… you are so out of order.”
Hunt sighed, turned and walked out of the door muttering something about me being the biggest douche on the planet.
“Well, Mani,” I muttered, picking up Bronte’s gift. “That was rude.”
Pushing my shopping cart around the food market, my mind was constantly flitting to thoughts of Carter—moreover sex with Carter. It had been weeks since I’d been sexed to perfection by him and I was starting to feel withdrawal symptoms.
Hah, wrong choice of words because not withdrawing was what had me searching the shelves for canned peaches and licorice. At two a.m. that morning I’d almost been in tears because Mom only had canned pineapple in the cupboard, and let me tell you, it was a damn poor substitute.
Finally, finding myself in front of cans and cans of fruit, I stared at them in awe. There were three different kinds and two were on special. Pure bliss!
“Hey, Lollipop.”
Whizzing round to face Carter, my heart did a little skip. God, he looked beautiful. His hair was mussed up and flopping in his eyes, and he was wearing jeans and a navy-blue tee which stretched across his chest pretty nicely.
“You not working today?” I asked inhaling and letting out a little gasp at the same time.
Carter grinned and the way his eyes twinkled I had a feeling that he knew something I didn’t.
“Nope, not today. Lance and the new assistant are holding the fort. I’ve got some days owing so I’m taking a few of them.”
