Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
My mind had never been so full of perfection before.
All three men had tattoos. A lot of them.
Trance, however, was the one with the least. His chest and back were only partially covered, whereas Foster and Miller barely had a free spot on their torsos. Their arms were free of any identifying tattoos, which I suspected was due to their status as SEALS, rather than personal preference.
The sweat on their bodies dripped down, pooling in the waistband of their underwear, which rode up just slightly over the belt of their jeans. Funny enough, they all three wore the same brand. Fruit of the Loom.
Each man wore a hat, concealing their eyes and faces, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how well they could sell a calendar.
Each man was ripped.
Each man had scars scattered over their bodies, but Trance’s was the one I was most interested in.
His chest had a large bruise just above his chest bone from being shot the day before. Or I suppose nearly shot was more appropriate. It was purple, blue, yellow, and putrid green.
The slice on his temple was just as bad. It was inflamed and red, with the black of the stitches sticking out against his tanned skin like a shining beacon.
He had what I’d guessed were a few knife wounds, one gunshot wound that went from a point on his right belly to the back of his right flank.
A jagged scar that went from his left trapezius muscle at the top of his back to his right lower shoulder that bisected an eagle tattoo that dominated the upper portions of his back.
“What are you doing?” Trance asked me in alarm.
I had my phone up and I was snapping pictures of the three men standing shoulder to shoulder at the back of the boat.
Each man hadn’t even sat the entire four hours we’d been there, leaving me the comfy captain’s chair all to myself.
“This is a Kodak Moment, I figured I’d capture it for the women of the world.” I said happily.
Trance rolled his eyes and turned back to his bobber.
“Hey, send it to my mom. She’d like it.” Foster said offhandedly. “She doesn’t get very many of the three of us.”
“What’s her number?” I asked as I pulled it up into a new message.
Miller rattled off the number, and I hit send.
It was amazing how different it was to rely on my actual sight rather than my voice-activated features. I could seriously get used to this.
The reply to my picture message came instantly.
The boys’ mommy: Oh, My God! They are so adorable! Tell them to turn around and take one from the front.
I did so, and each man glared at me as I snapped another shot.
All three of them flipped off the camera.
I hit send, snickering the entire time.
The boys’ mommy: Tell them I’ll beat their asses. Tell them to smile this time.
“She says to smile or she’ll spank you.” I said jovially.
They turned reluctantly, not smiling, as I captured the picture and sent it off.
The boys’ mommy: Thank you. Who is this, by the way?
Me: I’m friends with Trance. My name is Viddy.
The boys’ mommy: My name is Sloan. It’s nice to meet you. Tell me about yourself.
That was how I spent the rest of my time –catching fish, listening to the ribbing of the brothers, texting with Trance’s mom, and watching the man candy in front of me.
It was one hell of a fishing trip.
***
Trance
“Your girl’s asleep.” Foster said from behind me.
Glancing into the rear view mirror, I took in Viddy’s sleeping form slumped against the window.
“Mom likes her.” Miller said as he read something on his phone.
We’d been getting messages from our mother ever since Viddy sent the picture of us, and I damn well knew my mother liked her.
In fact, she’d told me to marry her.
And she hadn’t even met Viddy.
“Yeah,” I said.
My phone rang through the speakers of my truck. Without even thinking about it, I hit the answer button on the steering wheel.
“Hello?” I answered.
The background noise of the bullpen of the precinct filled the speakers as Loki greeted me. “Hey, man. Got the prints lifted from the camera. They were Paul Russo’s all right. I have a team heading to Russo’s place right now to arrest him and search his place. Gabe and Max found two other cameras and a recording device in the guest room of her place.”
My fingers tightened on the steering wheel so tight my fingers popped.
“Let me know when you have him. I have a few questions of my own.” I spat.
“Alright. We’re here. I’ll keep you updated.” Loki hung up.
“Was that Loki? Since when does he do anything that doesn’t have to do with undercover work?” Foster asked.
I glanced at him, but then back to the road. “Loki’s not doing undercover work anymore. He hit a bad case and decided it wasn’t for him anymore. Now he’s a plainclothes.”
Miller grunted in agreement.
SEALs lived under the air of secrecy. My brothers were rarely ever home. They knew what it was like to be burned out on the lies and deceit. Hell, I did too, and I didn’t even have to deal with all the undercover BS that they did.
When we pulled into the drive, I backed the trailer underneath my carport and shut the truck off.
Miller and Foster got out, unhitching the boat from the receiver, while I went to Viddy’s door.
I opened it and curled my fingers around her jaw, turning her head in my direction.
“You are pretty good, girl. Your breathing changed though. I was going to tell you later, but why don’t you go ahead and ask me the questions while my brothers get changed and showered.” I said softly, studying her face.
A slow smile overtook her mouth as she opened her eyes. “You’re good.”
“I know I am, baby. I just haven’t shown you how much.”
She blushed beautifully at my words, and leveraged herself up until her knees were on either side of my hips.
“What was on the tapes?” She asked.