Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
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The beer slid without effort down his throat. He shifted his weight on the chair he occupied on his porch as his brother manned the grill at their outdoor kitchen.
“You’re quiet this evening, Davin. What’s going on?”
Turning his head to look at Tavin, his twin, he shook his head. “Just thinking about a woman.”
Tavin waggled his eyebrows. “Ohh, do tell. I’m fucking in a goddamn dry spell right. Give me something to live for.”
Davin rolled his eyes. “You’re SWAT, you can’t expect me to believe that you’re having an issue getting a woman.” He sat forward, allowing the beer bottle to dangle from his fingertips. “Unless this is about that sexy dispatcher that is giving you a run for your money.”
Laughing at the obscene gesture Tavin gave, he pushed to his feet and strolled to where he stood by the large grill. They shared a house, with him being gone at times and Tavin working all hours, this just seemed to be the best course for them both.
Older by five minutes, Tavin took a lot of pride in rubbing it in his face Davin was now and would always be the baby in the family.
“This isn’t about me,” his sibling said, cutting his gaze to the meat sizzling then back to Davin. “Tell me about this woman. Do I get to call her my sister in law?”
“Why don’t I just kill you and bury you in the backyard?”
“Because I’m a cop and you would have a big hole here.”
He waved him off and put the bottle on the mottled brown tile top. “Swimming pool, my man. This would solve two of my problems. Not only would the pain in my ass be eliminated but I would have an inground swimming pool.”
“Asshole.”
Davin nodded without a single shred of remorse. “Pretty much.”
“The woman?” His twin prompted as he reached for his own drink.
“She was at the range today.” He crossed his arms and propped his hip against the counter. “Incredible skill. Small groupings and at a good fucking distance.”
Like him, Tavin was always impressed by someone who could shoot. They hated people who pretended they could and didn’t have the ability to sight anything and were more of a danger than helpful.
“Who was she? Or rather, who is she?”
“Lieutenant Kirk.” He thought about her uniform. “She was wearing the dolphins.”
“Shit,” he said with a low whistle. “I know that name. Lots of talk surrounding her when she first got to King’s Bay. The only female on a Boomer. The only Black woman on a sub period.”
“I know.”
He’d never met her personally, before today, but had heard the scuttlebutt about her. Lots of naysayers but some, and that included the men she served with, had some decent things to say about the navigator for the USS Puerto Rico.
He rubbed a hand along the back of his neck, wishing for a moment it was autumn so this god forsaken Georgia heat would at least fucking consider taking a few days off.
“And is she about to be the star in your latest night fantasies?”
“What? Fuck you, Tavin.”
His brother smirked and waggled his eyebrows. “Look, we both know it’s been a while for you. From what I hear she’s fucking hot.”
“What the fuck possesses me to tell you things? I swear I’m the older of us and you’re nothing more than a high school boy with a never-ending woody.”
Tavin laughed. “Well, there aren’t any complaints from my women, that’s for sure. And you tell me because you know I’d figure it out anyway. So what’s the deal with her?”
“Nothing,” he griped. “Fuck. There’s no deal. At all. I was just thinking back to her groupings when you asked me what I was thinking about. I’m not looking to find Mrs. Bly and if I was it wouldn’t be on base. I don’t dip my wick there.”
After flipping the meat and adjusting the heat, Tavin faced him and gave him his full attention. Davin waited, unsure what was coming because his twin was unusually serious. Typically, the only time Tavin was serious he had to be dealing with something work related.
Not here with beer in hand at the grill.
“Not everyone is like Adele, Dav. You have to know this and move on.”
He held up a hand not in the mood for this lecture again. “Stop.”
“No. It’s been years since she fucking made a fool of you and showed you her true fucking colors. Hell, I don’t even know if you’ve been laid in that time. I see no women near you, you’re wrapped up with work all the time and continually blow off anything remotely fun to do with me and any number of fun girls I try to set you up with.”
“Tavin—”
“Fucking zip it. I’m talking. Suddenly out of the blue you come home and have a spark that I’ve not seen since that Army bitch and you mention another woman. Not sexually although from the deep purr that I heard when you said her name, I’m sure you felt something. Regardless, she kicked something in you, and I want to see more of that. So, find a motherfucking jock strap and go talk to her. Even if it’s just spending time on the range with her. Do something.”