Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“I’m glad for you. Do you have another client coming in shortly?” She’s working on a perm on one of her own usuals. That’s a lot of arm movement in one day. Kitty is known for her perms with the older ladies and spares us all because of it. I’ll do them, but I’d rather not.
“I’ve got another thirty minutes. I’m thinking about grabbing an iced coffee and a bagel from next door. Want anything?” The last thing I should be doing is spending more money. Tomorrow will be a new day, and I’ll pack my lunch. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and budgets aren’t my strong suit. This time, I’m going to be better.
“A peach sweet tea. Money is in the drawer.” She gets back to work, and I grab a few dollars for her drink.
“Cass, you want anything from next door?” I may as well do a group order.
“Oh, iced caramel with cream and sugar, please.” She wipes off her hands, then digs some cash out of her pocket to hand it to me.
“You got it,” I reply.
“Hey, Stormy, what Kitty said was right. I didn’t want to take Laura’s appointment. She booked it online. When I called her to cancel, it was harder than I thought it would be to get her to not come.” I don’t blame Cassidy for a minute, even if she did take Laura on as a client. Money is money. I know that better than anyone else.
“You can’t control her. It was bound to happen. Hopefully, we’ve seen the last of her for a while all the same. I’ll be right back.” I close the conversation down, feeling lighter after having my own come-to-Jesus meeting with myself. Now maybe the day will go by faster, and I can get home to Griff.
25
GRIFFIN
“Come on, bud, I bet Stormy’s almost home for the night.” Finn yips in excitement. The boy knows who the woman of the house is by name. After the scene at the salon, I came home, off-loaded my bag, and saw to Finn. Apparently, he didn’t forget me after all, even got his lazy self off the couch to greet me at the door. He did his business once I let him outside, leaving the door open while I started a load of laundry, and then it was a shower for me. The first real one after my unintended swim in the ocean. After dealing with the paperwork where Smith is now under investigation, I went back to the place we were staying, changed clothes, grabbed my bag, and hit the fucking road. It felt good to get a couple of hours of sleep in my own bed. What wasn’t fun was realizing Finn clearly got a little too comfortable while I was gone. He’s going to have a rude awakening coming tonight when Stormy and I are in bed. There’s no fucking way I’ll have him in bed with us, not when I damn well know I’ll be taking Stormy as often as I can, shoulder be damned.
Christ, it’s gonna be a pain in the dick for me to be careful. The last thing I need is to re-injure myself and tell Stormy I need surgery. That means my baby girl is going to be riding her daddy’s dick tonight. A view I’m going to thoroughly fucking enjoy.
After my nap, I swapped laundry, made a sandwich, some chips, and opened a bottle of beer. My woman keeps the fridge well stocked, a damn blessing. I never did that. I’d stop on my way into work or hit the grocery store on a night I was going to actually be home and pick up what I needed. Now there are fruits, vegetables, the beer I prefer, and whatever else she feels the need to pick up. The difference being now is she cooks dinner early before I have to hit the bar, a reality that’s about to change. She’ll be getting off work, and I’ll be heading out. That’s going to suck, big time.
I open the door to the house after taking a walk on the beach with Finn. I’m shirtless and in a pair of board shorts. Finn loves the water, and even though one of my arms is useless, I was still able to toss the frisbee in the water for him to go after. This lasted until he was tired of playing fetch and getting attention from other beach goers, so we started making our way back. A quick rinse in the outdoor shower for both of us to knock off the sand, then drying Finn, and I was ready to see if my woman was home from work.
“Griff,” Stormy’s greets me, her voice breathless. There she stands in the kitchen, bag on the counter, shoes kicked off, taking her hair out of some kind of clip. I stop just inside the door. Finn goes to Stormy, nudging her hand for attention. She pets his head, eyes never leaving mine. Clearly, we both like what we see with one another, me without a shirt, droplets of water clinging to my skin. My sling is back on after the outdoor shower, but damn if I don’t wish it were off right about now.