Joke’s on You Read online Lani Lynn Vale (SWAT Generation 2.0 #6)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors: Series: SWAT Generation 2.0 Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
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Belle looked at me for so long I almost opened my mouth to explain, but then she smiled. “I have a book that you might like.”

I blinked. “Really? I thought you didn’t read romance.”

She grimaced. “I usually don’t. But this one was highly recommended because it’s about a woman with Asperger’s who finds love. It was in all of my reading groups. And since one of my author friends that I edit for suggested me as an editor, I told her that I’d be willing to read it as long as I got to share it with you if I liked it.”

I blinked. “You… wow! How was it?”

Bourne and Booth slipped out to head to Bourne’s place, followed quickly by Nico and Asa.

All that was left was Georgia, me, and Belle shortly after, all standing in Booth’s open doorway.

“I liked it, I guess,” she admitted. “A bit unrealistic, I suppose. There were some parts that I didn’t agree with seeing as they’re not traits that I exhibit. But, according to my doctor, they are traits that some people do. I just couldn’t relate to those parts. I’m also not quite so sure that I’ll agree to read the second in her series. This one was about a man that has Asperger’s. But I told her that I’d wait to hear your unbiased opinion before I agreed.”

I blinked. “Why mine?”

“Because you are the only person that I know that loves to read like I do, even if it is romance. I respect your opinion,” she told me. “I’ll send the book to your email. Feel free to read it at your leisure. Though, I told her that you can read fast. And would probably have your opinions back to me within the week.”

Then, with that, she was gone.

I blinked, watching her form go.

Belle was a beauty.

Which was why guys flocked to her in droves.

It was honestly quite off-putting to be standing next to someone with that much beauty.

She was taller than my five-foot-six frame by about an inch. She had perfectly proportioned legs, killer boobs, and long black flowing hair that came down to her mid-back. She had the type of eyelashes that women paid good money for and didn’t ever wear a hint of makeup because not only did she not like the way it felt on her face, but she also didn’t see the point of ‘changing her appearance for a man.’

And her obvious disregard for the male population was quite amusing. Not that she wasn’t attracted to men, she was, but she just didn’t care if she pleased them or not.

I loved her. I wanted to be her when I grew up.

“She’s something else.” Georgia smiled at me, her teeth gleaming in the morning sun. “Do you eat donuts?”

I grinned and patted my hips. “Of course, I do.”

She rolled her eyes. “That’s nothin’, honey. Just wait until you start having kids, then get back to me on your hips.”

I smiled at her, causing her to shift and scoot closer.

“I’ve always liked you, honey,” she whispered.

My eyes went a little wide at that comment.

“I know you won’t hurt my baby,” she continued.

I wouldn’t.

“I also know that my boy thinks the world of you. As does Asa,” she said. “Don’t hurt them, please.”

“I won’t,” I promised. “I would never hurt them. Not ever.”

She patted my arm and then caught my hand as she dragged me along in her wake toward Bourne’s house.

I couldn’t even protest about my clothes before I was pulled inside and the door was closed behind me.

I didn’t even have any socks on.

“…if you throw up, I don’t want to hear any whining,” Booth said. “You can eat them.”

I looked into the kitchen just in time to see Asa go to town on some donut holes.

“You’re a pushover,” I teased as I was tugged to the nearest bar stool next to Nico.

Booth, who was leaning against the counter on the opposite side of the bar, looked at me and grinned.

Then he gestured toward the donuts. “Want one?”

I really shouldn’t.

“I’m on a diet,” I said as I looked at the donut longingly.

“Your diet will be there tomorrow,” Nico said as he hooked a finger in the edge of the box and tugged it toward me.

My mouth watered as I looked at all the donuts.

Then, before I could think better of it, I picked up my favorite.

Plain ol’ glaze.

See, Shipley’s Donuts had the monopoly on the best glazed donuts. Sure, all of their donuts were excellent, but there was just something about those glazed that made me crave them all the freakin’ time.

I’d tried hard to perfect my donuts over the last couple of years after I’d started my business, but there was just no comparison.

I bit into the donut and moaned.

The damn thing was hot.

Son of a glazed donut, was it good.


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