Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“Um…” I hesitated, not sure I should share the information with her or not. Slone was liking how it was working for us right now, and I couldn’t say I didn’t like playing pretend, either.
“That’s Slone’s mom,” Sweetie muttered to me under her breath.
My stomach clenched.
“Uhh,” I was really winning in this communicating thing.
“Martina,” someone called out. “Do you want me to go grab some snacks?”
I blinked some more, my brain firing about a million miles an hour as I tried to think of something to say.
“Martina, who’s this?” the other woman who’d called her earlier asked.
Still, I was silent. I’d never met a man’s mom before.
“This is, apparently, my son’s wife,” Martina murmured. “Helena, meet Caristonia.”
Had Slone told her about me?
“Oh, hi. I’m Helena. We know you’re not married. Don’t worry.” She cast Slone’s mother a look. “What’s with you?”
Martina sighed. “How am I supposed to come off as a badass if you don’t stop giving me away?”
I couldn’t stop the smile that played at my lips.
Oh, and my skyrocketing heartrate was finally under manageable levels.
“And don’t tell him I was here. I don’t have time to stay until he’s done with his game. I’m here for literally two hours. We have to leave before it’s even over.” She looked at her watch. “I’m traveling through. I have a retreat in Minnesota in the mountains that I have to be there by seven tonight. And that’s six hours away from here.”
I looked at my watch.
It was just barely one in the afternoon. If she stayed for two hours, that would put her at three. Way too late to make it there by six.
But I supposed she knew that and didn’t care.
“Well, where are we getting food?”
So that was how I watched my first almost-full game with his mother.
Turns out, she was great.
Also turns out, Slone was quite disappointed that he hadn’t gotten to see her.
“Can’t say it’s not a good thing, though,” Slone muttered as he met me outside the locker room. “I’m not in the best of moods.”
The game went fast, despite how horrible of a game it was for them, and before long, we were back at the hotel and in the process of trying to figure out what we were doing that night.
We’d gotten in on the flight late yesterday, and sadly, today, Slone was in absolutely no mood to be personable. Whatever we were going to do, it had to be where he had nobody around to tell him how shitty the game was.
Something brown caught my eye on the bed as we entered the hotel rom.
I groaned.
If my life only stopped catching up to me…
“What’s your issue?” Slone asked as he stared at me from across the room.
He was in cutoff sweatpants and a t-shirt.
Nothing fancy, but it was one of my favorite outfits to see him in. Mostly because it showed off his spectacularly muscled legs and his incredible shoulders.
I pointed.
He turned to see the box on the end of the bed, and his shoulders tensed.
“What did you get today?” Slone eyed the box.
“Don’t know, don’t care,” I admitted.
He walked to the bed, opening the pocketknife he carried with a flick of his fingers, and sliced the tape on the box.
Yet again, it was unmarked and had no postage, indicating that wherever it’d come from, it hadn’t come through the mail.
He looked inside and shook his head, then tilted the box toward me.
I gritted my teeth and looked away from it.
Today, it was a monster dildo with tentacles and a note that said ‘Use this. It might help with the small prick you’re dealing with.’
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I grumbled.
He flipped open the flaps again and stared inside at the green monstrosity.
“Maybe you should throw it away,” he suggested. “That way, no surprises come up like they did last time.”
That was true.
I’d tossed most of the underwear but chose to keep a few because they were some of my nicer ones intermixed in with my bad ones.
The only problem was, I hadn’t taken a good long look at the pairs because why would I?
When we’d gotten to cruising altitude, a bottle had burst in my bag, turning everything blue.
I’d only gotten the text when we’d landed reminding me to take it out of my bag before I flew.
Which Hades knew that I’d be on the flight before then.
Hell, if I’d gone through security, they would’ve confiscated the damn thing and I would’ve been questioned by TSA as to its contents.
“Is there a note?” I asked.
“None. Just that in the box,” he said.
My sister, the asshole.
“That’s my sister’s doing, I’ll bet,” I shrugged. “The admirer comes with a note every time.”
Jesus, sometimes she annoyed the absolute piss out of me.
“Are you going to text her and ask?” he asked, tossing the box into the tiny trash can at his side.