Take Her to HeVan (Nephilim Book 6) Read Free Page A

racks. The thing about the shifter heroes in the books she loved even more than the fact that they appreciated a woman with her body type, was they didn’t cheat. Once they met their one and only, that was it. They didn’t cheat and they didn’t stray.
    That thought blasted her right back down memory lane. When her grandfather’s will had become common knowledge in town, several men had tried their luck with her. She was flattered at first and even dated one guy, Jake O’Brien — forever after only known as ‘Jake the Snake’ with a capital‘s’ for nearly eight months. She figured he was the one guy who couldn’t be after her land, as his ranch was three times the size of hers and not adjoining.
    She found out how wrong that assumption was, when she overheard him talking to a friend one day. She had gone to visit him at lunchtime, hoping to catch him free. Noting his office door was open a crack, she crept up to surprise him and ended up getting surprised herself and not in a good way. He’d been explaining to his friend how the deal was in the bag and he’d have the land in a couple of months. How she wasn’t too much to look at, but he didn’t plan to give up sex on the side.
    She was really angry and decided to test what she’d heard. At that point, she’d snuck away like a thief, tiptoeing out passed his empty secretary’s desk until she reached the main door in reception. Gripping the knob, she carefully reopened the door. Looking out in the hallway, she was happy to see there wasn’t anyone there to see her. She closed it again louder than the first time and called out for Jake’s secretary. A moment later, Jake opened his office door. After poking his head out and seeing her, he stepped through.
    “Hey, honey, I came by so you could take me to lunch. Now that you’ve sent over a couple of hands to help me out, I have some free time now and then,” she said.
    She had put on a fine act; Jake never doubted a thing. As she suspected, he said he was happy to see her and invited her out to lunch at her favorite place. She waited until they were sitting down in the middle of their meal before speaking.
    “I don’t know why you want my land so much you’re willing to marry me for it. I have to say, it’s not my idea of a good reason for marriage to me,” she said as she dug into her steak.
    He had ordered her a salad and she overrode the order. She wasn’t ashamed of her shape. It was another indicator he was the wrong guy. His little possessive mannerisms that she thought were proof of his love now just seemed like a form of abusive control. She was seeing him in a new light and it was stark and glaring, no longer soft and rosy.
    He gave her a shrewd look; she could practically see the wheels turning. First, she no longer was allowing him to guide her and now this crack about her land. The penny dropped; he now understood that she must have overheard his conversation earlier. What would he try next?
    “Honey, men are dawgs down to the last one. I’ll admit I may have said some foolish things to my friend. You have to know we were just talking trash. I love you,” he said, using a strong voice, attempting to inject a ring of truth, but she saw his words for the lies they were.
    “Then if and when you ask and if I say yes, you’ll agree to a pre-nup. You cheat on me any time between today and for the duration you are seeing me, whether we’re married or not, and not only do we break-up, I keep my ranch and I get half of yours,” she said, batting her eyelashes.
    “Now, darlin’ — I’m glad you brought up the idea of an agreement between us. Because I have a few stipulations of my own…” he started to say.
    “Sorry, your little conversation today cancelled any stipulations you might have made. You have my terms, deal with them, or no deal?” she asked.
    “I’m afraid you’re angry with me and you have every right to be. I acted like a horse’s ass earlier. I’m going to make it