Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 139147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
“I take it that means you never sent a dick pic.”
“No, I have absolutely never sent a dick pic.”
“Have you taken a pic?”
“Why would I do that?”
I shrugged.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Have you taken pics?”
I shook my head. “No. Euw. If I wanted you to have it, you’d see it live and in person.”
He smiled lazily, it was a sexy AF smile, because I wanted him to have it, so he saw it live and in person, and then he drank more coffee.
“I need you to put your thinking cap on,” I told him.
His gaze slid sideways to mine. “Why?”
“Because I’m thinking candles and incense and maybe some chanting.”
His “What?” shook with laughter.
“The ceremony we’re gonna perform while we take down my wall.”
He turned and wrapped his arm around my lap, performing a minor miracle by holding up his weight in his other elbow all the while keeping his coffee safe, before he said, “Babe, call Luna and the girls to do that with you. Proud of you. You got great instincts. You got the job done. Those women are safe. They got a bitch of a road to travel to work through what they were put through. But it’s better than where they were. But I’m out on any of your ceremonies. Especially if they involve incense.”
Since I liked to burn incense occasionally, this was concerning.
I didn’t get into that.
“You’re proud of me?”
“Well…yeah.”
I could see it then, in his gorgeous face.
He was.
I curved my back to kiss him.
When I lifted up, I said softly, “That means a lot to me, Julien.”
“I can tell, Rachel.”
I used my free hand to smooth his hair back.
It fell over his forehead again.
I gave up and drank some more coffee.
After I swallowed, I noted, “I didn’t see Sergio Duzek or Cyrus Gibbons at the warehouse last night.”
“That’s because that mess was their brainchild, and the big dicks have flunkies who do the dirty work. It keeps their hands clean.”
The buzz went off my morning.
“So they got away.”
He laid back, put his mug to his lips and said against it, “Didn’t say that.”
“Where are they?”
He took a sip and said, “Contained.”
And that was all he said.
“You’re not going to tell me?”
His gaze hit mine. “I’m going to tell you that you, and Jinx and her friends, and nobody, have to worry about them again. And that’s all I’m gonna tell you, baby, so you gotta be good with it.”
I wondered if I could be good with it.
I decided I could.
At least I knew what Lee, Vance and Gabe peeled off to do last night.
“Okeydokey.”
That was when Cap grinned at me.
“Do you know which one of those guys went by the street name of Jumper?” I asked.
Another slide to the side of his eyes. “The one who got a ride in an ambulance and who’s now cuffed to a hospital bed.”
I was good with that too.
And that’s all the thought I gave to an asshole called Jumper.
“I’m gonna hit the shower first so I can start getting ready,” I announced.
“We’re gonna shower together.”
My nipples liked that, but my timeline was unforgiving.
“We have less than an hour now before Dad and Deb get here.”
“We’ll be quick.”
“With the shower?”
“With fucking in the shower.”
My nipples liked that so much better, they invited my clit to the party.
But I tipped my head to the side. “I thought I broke you.”
He swung his mug my way. “I’ve rallied.”
I looked at him.
He looked at me.
Then I turned and put my mug on the nightstand, jumped off the bed and dashed to the bathroom, losing my nightie on the way.
Cap followed a lot slower, but not that slow.
And Cap was quick with doing me in the shower.
I shouldn’t have been worried.
Like I mentioned, he had a talent with that.
Even though we had to wait as long for a table as we would at Hash Kitchen, I picked Prep and Pastry for brunch because it was awesome, but also because it was close to Deb’s and my Motherland: Fashion Square Mall.
Anyway, the time flew as we waited outside and gabbed.
Of course, we didn’t tell them about our activities of the night before, except Luna’s party, her selfie spot (and I showed pictures, Deb was impressed, Dad seemed confused), her awesome cake (I showed a picture of that too, both Dad and Deb were impressed by that). And last, I filled them in on Dream.
Needless to say, both Dad and Deb were unimpressed by Dream.
After we were seated, I noted Cap’s interest in the pastry counter and the way he perused the menu.
So I leaned into him in his seat at my side (Dad and Deb were in the booth seat opposite us), and told him, “If you decide to explore making pastries, I’m totes down with that, just sayin’.”
He gave me a smile and a soft kiss then went back to his menu.