Roundabout Road (Saving the Sinners of Preacher's Bend Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

he’ll be able to stand on
his own two feet.
    It was just him, her, and ten incredibly long years of
his life wasted while wondering .
    Liddy bit down on her lower lip. Oh, Jesus! That was a
sure sign trouble was headed his way—hurricane-style fashion. Liddy always bit
down on her lower lip to keep from telling anyone exactly what it was she was thinking.
It was the woman’s very vain attempt at trying to be truthful.
    She must have simply figured if the words could not
get out of her mouth they could not be said to get her into any more trouble
than she was already in.
    He’d heard she became a lawyer, or something to do
with law. Bully for her ! This particular occupational choice should
leave him off the hook. He was a damn beekeeper, for God’s sake: beekeeper, peach
tree tender, and all around Mr. Nice Guy . If she came back to town just
to get her hands on a ton of money and a huge bank account, she was about to be
sorely disappointed.
    As a lawyer, she must have made far more than he ever
would have. And if he knew her well enough—Hell, knew her at all!—Liddy was not
here for the sake of old times. Good God, no! She’d made this fact very
clear the night she left town—and him—and never once looked back. She would’ve
chewed off her own arm, than admit to losing her pride.
    If the woman had any thought something would stand in
her way . . . and take that away from her ?
    Liddy was very good at protecting herself. She was born
that way, so it was best to let her have at it.
    Rachel quickly came to the booth with his slightly
changed order. To what? Save his neck? Interrupt a good thing? She must have thought
she could protect him, if ever the need there. But she brought a cup of coffee
for his significant other to drink, and she carried in her hand an extra plate.
    Oh, hell no!
    Did the café owner actually think he was going to
share any of his food with this woman? Becauseif asked he’d be more
than happy to correct this mistake. He wasn’t sharing anything with Liddy
Humphrey-Giotti, at least not anymore.
    Rachel hadn’t been living in Preacher’s Bend when he’d
so foolishly married this woman. She did not know Liddy from Eve. Although the
rest of the town must surely recognize her, the diner’s owner probably thought
Liddy as just some big-city chick hitting on him. A woman out to get her kicks
with a guy who looked to be dressed in his Sunday best; while she passing
through the place on a whim.
    If his significant other even so much as thought to
try to hit on him . . . he’d haul off and smack her one. The act would probably
land him in jail—again. Nevertheless, it might be worth the chance.
    Jake’s fists balled under the table as he openly
glared, centering this glare right between Liddy’s brows. His clenched hands were
itching to hit something hard as of late. And his walkabout wife’s rather
thickheaded attitude about certain things should certainly be hard enough.
    She had yet to answer his initial question. She was stalling
and this meant trouble.
    He not only hated her, he hated Liddy’s uncanny
ability to procrastinate far more.
    “As I said, what are you here for?” Jake grabbed a hot
fry off his plate and shoved it into his mouth. He was hungry. No missing wife
for ten years was going to stop him from eating a very late supper. And so what
if the clock said it was now breakfast time? And, everyone inside Rachel’s was suddenly
staring at his booth, while Jake consuming his morning nourishment.
    If his day was turning out to be this bad already, he would
be hard pressed to keep even a meager amount of food in his gut once he met up
with Debra. Deputy Wesley probably had every intention to sucker punch him in
this exact location for not checking in sooner than now. Debra was good at
sucker punching a man when said man down on his luck.
    So, he’d drank far too many beers late last night than
to have anyone sucker punch him this morning. He’d been punched once or