Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
To be honest, most of the time I spend with her is more me following her around and listening to her carry on. She’s unlike anything I’ve ever witnessed before. June can’t make it out of anywhere in this town without someone stopping to talk to her. There is a pull to her from everyone around her. I can’t help but be jealous sometimes when she has to give other people attention. It’s utterly ridiculous, but I have no control over it.
One morning, we went to breakfast at the diner in town. There was no one in there who didn't know her. I did not wish to part ways, so I agreed to accompany her when she suggested it. I was like a lost puppy, following her around.
First, she stopped by the library, where she was dropping off a donation of books. She then went to the police station to check on the older woman who handles dispatch. Apparently, she’d been out sick. June wanted to take her lunch. It was one thing after another. I don’t think June knows how to sit still.
“Does it really matter?” Jackson pushes back from his desk, getting up to make himself a drink. He holds up a glass in a silent ask if I want one. I shake my head no. This is not the time for that. I need to maintain a clear head tonight.
“No.” I stand. “Do you mind?” I don’t wait for an answer. I’m already clicking away on his computer before he can finish pouring his drink.
“You need a password." When I glance over at him, he pauses. “Never fucking mind.” Jackson drops down into the chair I just vacated.
I’ve never needed a password for a computer in my life. I suppose one of the pros to having absent parents is it gives you a lot of free time to do whatever you want. I used that time wisely, learning everything I could.
“There isn’t anything on here I couldn’t find out if I wanted to, without ever touching your computer.” I’m not being arrogant, just honest. Hacking into people’s home computers is child’s play to me.
“Don’t remind me.”
“Why would you agree to a bachelorette party?” I mutter, annoyed as shit.
“You’ve met my sister. I either let them do it or she’ll sneak and do it.” This is true. When June gets her mind set on something, there is no changing it. The girl is determined.
I start pulling up available cameras on phones. For a second, I think maybe I clicked the wrong location because I see a group of women in their late sixties sitting together. “Is that yarn?”
Jackson gets up to make his way around the desk. "That's the Crafty Stitches. It’s a sewing group.”
“They have their group at a bar?”
“No, I’m sure June invited them.” Jackson shrugs.
“Paisley sews?” He barks a laugh.
“No, that’s June bug.” Right. It shouldn’t be shocking to me. That is very June. “Are you on people's phone cameras?” I don’t bother responding. I’m not sure if he’s shocked or impressed.
Finally, after shuffling through a few dozen, I found my kitten in one of them. Someone is actually recording. “What is she doing?” I grit out.
“It looks like she is leading the line dance.”
“On top of a fucking bar!” I shout. Jackson gives me another one of those shrugs that stops short when the bartender helps Paisley up onto the bar with June. Guess he’s done being so nonchalant about this whole thing.
“Cole.” Jackson grits out. "It was his responsibility to monitor them closely." I keep watching. Next, Cole helps Abigail get onto the bar with them. I didn’t see that one coming, but she is June’s mother. That wild spirit has to come from somewhere.
“I have to go.” They can’t keep me out of a bar. It’s a public place. I can’t stand around while my little kitten is up there with every pair of eyes in that bar staring at her.
“I’m coming with you.” It’s about time he got as pissed off as I am.
“This is ridiculous. They have a wedding tomorrow.” I understand it's not until nighttime, but it's still a concern. I know I'm grasping for anything to get them to leave the bar. I could do what I did that first day and simply take June. She’d been more of a willing captive that day. I’m not so sure she’d be the same tonight. But I also think she’s trying to ruffle my feathers. That she likes to get a rise out of me.
When we leave the house, I motion to my driver that I'm riding with Jackson. Owen is more than just my driver; he's also my security. Not just any. He is government-contracted. I often deal with a lot of sensitive information, so it’s important that the people around me are people I trust.