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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Moshe’s jaw clenched before she opened her mouth and started spewing more venom.

“I hate her,” Moshe hissed. “It’s always, ‘Dillan, Dillan, Dillan.’ Do you know how awful it is to always be compared to a woman that is so high on this fictional pedestal of his that she’ll never be reached or equaled?”

“Dillan doesn’t want to be on that pedestal,” I said finally. “And, sadly for you, you fell for Kerrie’s shit. All of it. You’re the one that’s going to go to jail now, not him. And for what? Nothing. Because he’s not going to come bail you out. He’s going to deny, deny, deny.”

Moshe didn’t like my words.

“He loves me.”

“Does he love you more than he loves Dillan?” I asked seriously.

Because, despite not liking to hear that Kerrie loved her at all, that was exactly what was going on here.

Kerrie had some misguided love for Dillan—my Dillan—and this was likely never going to stop.

The man needed to go to jail.

“I want a lawyer,” she hissed.

Fuck.

All that hard work, right down the drain.

“Fine,” I said as I helped her stand. “But, just sayin’, you might want to hire your own. A really good one. Because you’re going to need it.”

When I handed Moshe off to another officer, I went back inside to survey the damage.

The big batch of dough that Ken had been working on for the donuts was on the floor and ruined.

The bags of flour that Moshe had attacked in her raging were in the process of being cleaned up by Ford, Hayes, and my brother.

Foster was cleaning chocolate icing off the walls.

And the rest of my SWAT team were helping Ken do whatever he asked them to do to make Dillan’s store open on time.

It wasn’t until I arrived at their sides that I saw that they were fetching ingredients for him so he could make another batch.

“I need a bag of flour,” Ken said. “If we need to mix and match between bags, we can.”

Then we went to work, Ken our leader, and made the hell out of some dough.

***

Four hours later, Dillan arrived to a pristine kitchen, and dough that hadn’t been ruined.

Ken nodded at Dillan, who was frowning at everyone in her kitchen, and then turned straight to me.

“Tell me exactly what the hell is going on. Right now.”

Each word I spoke had her mouth falling farther and farther open until Bourne, who was covered in flour, said, “I’m not sure that you should be leaning on that table. It’s pretty dusty with flour still.”

Bourne gestured at his messy shirt.

That was when Dillan burst out crying.

Since I’d managed to slip into something clean before she’d gotten here, I pulled her into my arms and dropped a kiss onto her forehead.

“Why are you crying?” I chuckled against her hair.

“I knew there was something going on. Everybody was too quiet.” She looked around the room in despair.

I wiped the tears that were gathering under her eyes, much faster now.

“Why’d you start crying before you even knew what happened?” Bourne teased.

Dillan’s eyes widened at my brother.

“I don’t know.” She paused. “I thought that you were here to help on my first day… it was really sweet of all of you. But now I’m crying because Ken nearly got killed.”

“I didn’t nearly get killed, girl,” Ken disagreed. “I was allowing it all to happen so that you could put her in jail and throw away the key.”

Dillan’s lips twitched. “Well… I guess I should say thank you then, shouldn’t I?”

Ken wiped the rest of the flour off of his hands, then washed them in the large industrial sink that was brimming with dirty dishes.

Seconds after that, I realized that he was done talking.

Just like that.

“Well,” Bourne said as he looked at the trays and trays of donuts. “Can I decorate one?”

And that’s how the SWAT team of Kilgore Police Department served donuts to the citizens of Kilgore, Texas. In fact, it didn’t just stop at Kilgore, either. It was tweeted about ten minutes into the opening that we were there, and people started coming from miles around just to see us in action.

Even if our donuts looked like shit, they still tasted good.

Chapter 15

You sound better with your mouth closed.

-Booth to Bourne

Booth

The next day I found myself at a bar, carrying a baby gift wrapped in a yellow duck bag.

The bartender, an elderly man who looked like he’d lived a hard life, grinned at my full arms.

“They’re in the back.”

I nodded my head in thanks and headed to the back where Dax was sitting in the middle of the room surrounded by a shit ton of presents.

All the while, he frowned ferociously at the wall.

I set the yellow gift bag down on the table in front of him, and he growled.

“What’s wrong?” I asked curiously.

“He’s mad because he has to open all this shit,” Nathan supplied helpfully.


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