Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
What I didn’t find was anybody watching me.
Not one single face was turned toward me.
***
There was only one person I wanted to talk to as I left my meeting. A meeting from hell that proceeded a lunch from hell—even if I didn’t get to eat said lunch.
“You got pulled over eating a burrito?” my mother laughed. “I thought you couldn’t handle bread?”
“I found a new carb balance tortilla that’s like five grams of carbs,” I told her. “And it only had lettuce and grilled chicken on it. So not fattening at all. Though, granted, I was only able to eat a quarter of it. I’m not sure why I bothered making one that big.”
“Because you don’t pay attention.” She snickered. “At least we’ll be able to share a plate of food at Thanksgiving in two weeks.”
That was very true.
I’d convinced my mother to go through with the gastric bypass just a little over three weeks ago, and already she was down over seventy pounds.
I was so proud of her I could burst.
“Are you sure you want to come down here for Thanksgiving?” I asked then. “I can come home.”
I could practically hear my mother’s refusal before she’d even voiced it.
“No, baby.” She sighed. “We need a break from the hustle and bustle. Daddy wants to go to the lake and just chill. He’s excited about fishing, too. We’re going to bring the camper.”
The camper wasn’t actually a camper. It was a motor home like the one I was currently living in, only larger.
My current home away from home was their hand-me-down, two-year-old motor coach that my father’s sponsors had given him to use during the 2016 season. My brother had gotten their 2017, and I was sure I’d be getting their 2018 when they were finished with it.
Not that I really needed it seeing as I liked the one I had.
Though, it was way more than I would ever need.
It was big enough for a family of nine, and currently the envy of the RV park.
Everyone and their brother would make their way around the lake just to glimpse the beast.
“Okay,” I sighed. “I’ll go talk to the park specialists and make sure that they don’t mind both RVs taking up their prime camping spot. I’ll get back with you tonight, okay?”
My mother hummed in agreement. “Sounds good, baby. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Mama.” I hung up, then tossed the phone to the bed.
My eyes lit on my laptop, and I sighed.
I really needed to get some work done.
Yesterday.
“Well, let’s get started,” I said, pulling up the first porn video.
“Ohhhh, yes. Right there. Do you like my clit?” I typed.
Chapter 2
Mom, I’m sorry about all the dumb stuff I did when I was younger. If it helps, you only know about half of it.
-Text from Castiel to his mother
Castiel
I watched her go with a small smile on my face, unaware that it was there.
“Why do you torture her so?” Jubilee asked, breaking me out of my study of Turner’s ass.
I turned my gaze to Jubilee and shrugged. “It’s just so easy to do. I like the way the fire lights up her eyes.”
Jubilee shook her head.
“Well,” she said. “I think you might’ve actually caused her to never speak to you again.”
I frowned. “Why do you say that?”
“Because you insulted her,” she answered.
I frowned. “Um, no I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did.” She nodded her head. “You said ‘tight fit.’”
I immediately started to go back through the words that I’d said about five minutes before and frowned.
“I meant ‘tight fit’ because my legs being extended out made her scoot closer to the wall. I was going to move them. I have a stab wound in my leg,” I immediately began to explain, trying not to sound defensive.
“Why do you have a stab wound in your leg?” she asked curiously.
I sighed, stomach knotting not at the wound’s cause, but at the fear that I’d actually offended someone in some way—especially Turner.
Honestly, I wasn’t sure why I gave a shit, but there was something about that woman that set my teeth on edge.
“Some asshole thought it’d be easier to try to stab me than allow me to take him in for his warrants.” I shrugged. “Why would me saying that bother her so badly?”
Turner wasn’t a fat person. She was a little chunky—in an adorable, sexy, full-figured woman kind of way—but she wasn’t fat by any means.
In fact, her figure was what had drawn my attention to her in the first place.
I’d dated women of all sizes, but I always found myself gravitating to the ones that had just a little more meat on their bones than others.
Though, with how Turner ate, I highly doubted that she’d be able to maintain her curves.
“Turner is very self-conscious,” Jubilee admitted, jolting me out of my thoughts. “When she was younger, she was quite heavy. She’s tried hard over the years to get the extra pounds off, but she still has issues. Not to mention she’s sensitive due to the way she was treated by a few boys when she was growing up.”