Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“That was awesome!” I laugh, looking over my shoulder at Sven as two men come running up to us and help us get out of our gear.
“I knew you would love it.” Sven smiles as we stand.
“I didn’t love it,” I lie, and he smiles, muttering, “Liar.” While wrapping his arm around my shoulder and leading me toward the truck that will take us back to the hanger.
As soon as we arrive back to the hanger, Sven leaves to talk with Ace who got back before us, so I head inside to get a bottle of water then notice they have pictures available from our jump.
“I would like two of this one,” I tell the girl working behind the desk inside Kip’s as I point at a picture of the two of us smiling at each other after Sven opened the parachute.
“Would you like to add the commemorative frame for twenty dollars more?” she asks, pointing at a glass picture frame with the Kip’s Skydiving logo and a small plane painted on it that is sitting on a shelf behind her.
“Can I get two of them?”
“Sure.” She smiles before disappearing through a door behind her. Turning around to make sure Sven is still distracted, I spot him and Ace standing next to the town car, while all three of Ace’s girlfriends lounge in the sun on a picnic table a few feet away. All three of them have taken the opportunity to take their shirts off leaving them in different color bikini tops.
“That will be sixty-two dollars,” the girl says, pulling my attention from the window, as she places a bag on the countertop.
Pulling a hundred dollar bill out of my bra, I hand it to the girl, take the bag and pictures from her along with my change, and then make my way out toward Sven, planning to wait in the car until he’s ready to go. But the minute he spots me, he gives me a smile that has my steps faltering.
“I hope you didn’t pay for those things,” he says as soon as I’m standing next to him.
“Why wouldn’t I pay?”
“Me and Ace gave Kip the money to start up this place a few years ago. In return, we don’t pay when we want to jump, and you don’t have to pay if you want a souvenir.”
“Well, I’m happy to pay,” I mutter, and he swings his arm over my shoulders, shaking his head, then looks at Ace, who is looking at us with a knowing smile on his face. What he thinks he knows I have no idea.
“We’ll talk in a few days,” Sven tells him as he opens the door for me to get into the idling car.
“Thanks, man.” He shakes Sven’s hand then drops his eyes to me. “You still have my number. Call me.”
Snorting at that, I mutter, “Goodbye,” and get into the car, hearing both guys laugh behind me.
“Did you have fun, dear?” Ken asks as his eyes connect with mine in the rearview mirror and I slide across the back seat.
“Don’t tell anyone, but it was amazing.” I grin, and he chuckles then mutters, “Your secret is safe with me.”
“What secret?” Sven asks, getting into the car and shutting the door behind him.
“Nothing,” Ken and I say in unison.
“Did you have fun?” Sven inquires, and I look at Ken in the mirror briefly before looking at Sven.
“If you consider being afraid that you’re going to pee yourself while watching your life passing before your eyes fun, then sure, I had fun,” I state with a straight face, hearing Ken in the front seat laugh out.
“You loved it,” Sven mutters before pulling his phone out of his pocket. Looking out the window, I smile to myself then glance at Ken, whose eyes are on me, and I wink.
“You cursed.”
Pulling my eyes from the view going by quickly as we drive back toward Vegas, I look at Sven and frown, asking, “Pardon?”
“When we jumped, you cursed like a sailor.” He grins.
“I thought I was going to die,” I explain, not denying it. I don’t even know what came over me, but every bad word I have ever thought of came tumbling out.
“It was cute,” he mutters quietly before going back to work on his phone. Pulling my old cell phone out of the front pocket of my jeans, I flip it open and frown. The screen has turned completely black. Closing it again, I flip it open once more then tap the numbers and they light up. “What’s wrong?” Sven asks, and I turn to look at him and hold my phone up.
“It’s not working.”
“Let me see.” Taking the phone from my hand, he pulls the battery off the back then puts it back in place and presses the on button. “I think it’s time for you to get a phone that’s not from 1999.”