Don’t You Pucking Dare (Kings of Denver #4) Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Kings of Denver Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
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“Yeah, but she will know someone has been in her computer, and knowing how damn crazy she is, she probably has a backup, and a backup for the backup.”

I let out a sigh. She’s probably right, but at least this is a start. “I don’t care. Get rid of it,” I tell Soph.

“No,” Dani cries out.

We both look at her with questioning stares. “Why the fuck not?” I ask.

“Because it could be evidence if shit ever gets worse. This is the perfect way to document just how fucking crazy she is. It’s proof of just how often she’s stalking you. Plus, if you keep an eye on it and notice anything new, you’ll have proof that she’s violated the terms of the restraining order.”

“Wow. Who would have known that your brain could still function after having so much tequila,” I tease.

“Who cares about her brain,” Sophie grunts as she takes her laptop and sits down in my lap. “It’s a damn good idea,” she informs us as she gets to work.

Dani grins wide, more than proud of herself. “See, not just a pretty face.”

Ten minutes later, Sophie has shut down her laptop, and I’m leading the girls back into the living room where Sophie cuts off all conversation of ice hockey and turns the music on. She starts dancing around the house with her bottle of tequila and her best friend, both of them rocking out and having the time of their lives.

Some of the guys join in, but they simply aren’t drunk enough to keep up with the girls.

Sophie’s soon laying on the cold tiles with her arms and legs spread out, telling the guys how she would have made snow angels with our son before explaining how to make a snow angel. Just in case they’ve never heard of the concept before.

Dani runs to the pantry and grabs the bag of flour before instructing Sophie to close her eyes before tipping the bag upside down and spinning around, making it snow flour in my living room. The girls crack into laughter once again, and soon enough, the bag of flour is empty and Dani is laying on the ground beside Sophie, making a flour angel of her own.

Miller rolls his eyes as he watches his wife on the floor beside mine, but I see the spark in his eyes. He could never pass up an opportunity to see his wife having the time of her life. “I take it I’m not getting laid tonight,” he grunts when Dani suddenly jumps up and runs to the bathroom, covering her mouth.

“That would be a no,” I laugh just as Sophie does the exact same thing.

Miller scoffs, far too amused. “Looks like I’m not the only one.”

Chapter 20

SOPHIE

Fuck me. My head is killing me.

It’s first thing on Monday morning, and using all of yesterday to recover from my tequila-filled night was clearly not enough time. I stumble around the house, desperately trying to keep my head attached to my shoulders, when I give up and call work.

Knowing it’s too early for anyone to be in the office, I give our receptionist, Jen, a call on her cell. It rings a few times before she picks up in a way-too-cheery voice for so early on a Monday.

“Sophie, hey. How are you?”

“Ugh. Do you need to be so loud?” I whine.

“Geez,” she laughs. “I heard you had a big night on Saturday, but I didn’t realize just how big.”

“Yeah,” I sigh. “It was huge.”

“So, I’m guessing you’re working from home today?” she questions.

“Well, I’m going to try to,” I tell her honestly. “Who knows how much work I’ll actually get done.”

She lets out another laugh. “Okay. Well, let me know if you need anything.”

“Thanks, Jen,” I say before ending the call and collapsing onto the couch.

Just knowing that I don’t have to get my shit together today makes me feel a million times better, but I should at least try to get a little work done. Though, it can wait until I’ve had a few more hours of sleep.

I head back to bed and climb straight in. My head hits the pillow, and within moments, I’m falling straight back into a well-needed, deep sleep.

I’m woken a few hours later by my phone ringing on the bedside table, and I grab it to find Dani’s name on the screen. With a groan, I try my best to sit up and answer the call.

“What do you want?” I mumble into the phone. “I’m trying to sleep.”

“I can’t handle it today,” she whines. “Mia has a temperature, and I haven’t quite recovered from Saturday night yet.”

“Me either.”

“I’m assuming that since you’re sleeping, you’re home? Can we come around? I’ll bring lunch and we can take care of this baby together.”

I let out a groan. “Fine, but lunch better be good.”


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