With a Grain of Salt (Lindell #3) Read Online Marie James

Categories Genre: Alpha Male Tags Authors: Series: Lindell Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
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I run my hand over the top of my head. Going and confronting her would only make things worse. The woman isn't affected by me. She had a need last night and she had to have known I was an easy target.

I shake my head, tossing that thought out immediately. It makes me sound like some sort of victim, and that's not me. We both made a choice last night, and I don't get to be upset with the after. Had I known that she was going to act the way she did, I still would've gone through with it.

As hard as I've fought against getting anything started with Claire Kennedy, I knew I was doing it. Once she got me under her spell, I knew I was a lost cause.

For what seems like the millionth time today, I pull open the fridge, scrunching my nose at the same sight I've seen every other time today. I really need to go grocery shopping, but if I get dressed for outside of the house rather than hanging out in my sweats and t-shirt, I know where my truck will aim.

I close the fridge and pull open the cabinet where I keep the dry goods. The fit man who hits the local fitness center four to five times a day, I shop when I leave the gym. The purpose of that is it's the only time I'll buy healthy stuff. I know myself well enough to know that I'm never the same man once I get home. It's the only thing that keeps me from getting soggy around the middle.

But it's times like now that I want a snack and it sure isn't air-fried chickpeas or no-sugar-added beef jerky.

I want a damned Rice Krispie treat so badly, I could probably close my eyes and taste the sweetness on my tongue. But sweetness on my tongue makes me think of every kiss Claire and I shared last night, and that is not where my head needs to be.

"Fuck," I grumble, my head taking me back to my office whether I want it to or not.

I bet she has great snacks at her house. What's the joke about dating a single mom and leaving their house with a handful of treats and a smile?

I shake that idea from my head because it won't take much to convince me to head over there and ask to look in her fridge and cabinets.

The knock on the door startles me, but my walk there makes my blood pump because my first thought is that it's Claire coming back for more.

The stiffness threatening in my sweats dissipates immediately when I open my front door and see Mac standing on my front stoop, holding a twelve-pack of beer.

"What's the holdup?" Chase asks from behind him.

"Is he judging the damn snack selection again?" Cash asks, pulling my eyes to him and the box in his hands. "Adalynn sent me with cupcakes, but if you aren't interested, I can easily go back to my girl."

"Did I miss a memo?" I ask, but l step to the side so they can enter.

"You're hosting this month's poker game," Hayes Campbell says, taking up the end of the line. "Clearly, you forgot."

"Again," Cash mutters from inside my house, like he's a little bitter about being here in the first place.

As much of a distraction as I thought I needed, I don't think these four guys and their ribbing and filthy jokes are going to make me forget about Claire. If anything, they're going to make me long for her even more.

Chapter 18

Claire

I look around the breakroom before pulling up the local social media page. I'm not doing anything wrong, but I'd never be able to convince my mind of that fact. I always feel a little guilty going to this site because of how much people use it to gossip. I hate it so much when I'm the focus of that gossip, so I don't want to contribute to it.

I joined this group at the suggestion of someone at the grocery store when they asked about an event and I had no idea what they were talking about. All posts happen in this particular group.

You can find out about garage sales and if someone is looking for something. Everything that happens in town either begins in the group or is posted about there. With the anonymous feature, some even try to make posts thinking no one in town will know it's them. I'm looking at you Bobby John Pritchard.

Instead of asking myself or posting anonymously because, let's face it, the group has an admin and anyone who knows how to navigate through this particular social media site can see who that is. I can't count the number of times I've seen Natalie Byrd, owner of The Byrd's Nest, the only bed-and-breakfast in town, with her head bent, spreading the latest news in town.


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