Kinda Don’t Care Read online Lani Lynn Vale (Simple Man #1)

Categories Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Funny, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Simple Man Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 73043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
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I was a certified genius. I could calculate things in my brain that people could barely enter into their calculator. I could also see things differently than anyone else. Understand things that baffled most people.

Everything came easily to me. Everything, that was, but relationships of any kind. Emotional. Physical. It didn’t matter. I always managed to fuck them up.

But show me a computer, and I could crack it open and access anything and everything in less time than it took most people to take a piss.

If I didn’t know something, all I had to do was read about it.

Did I also mention that I had a photographic memory?

Came in real handy when I needed to learn how to do something, that’s for sure.

“Look who’s decided to come out of her Bat Cave,” Max drawled.

Janie looked up, smiled, and then froze when she saw me.

“Rafe, where’s your bike?” she questioned.

I pointed with my thumb behind me. “Back there. At the gate.”

She frowned. “I gave you my number. I also told you to call me if you needed in. I would’ve pressed the button on the wall that was literally two inches away from my hand.”

I looked over at Max, who had the decency to look chagrined. “I didn’t deny it.”

No, he hadn’t.

Fucker.

“I don’t have your phone number programmed in my phone,” I said.

Why didn’t I have her phone number? Photographic memory, remember?

I also didn’t have anything in my phone. Not a single saved number. Not a picture. Not an app that wasn’t of use to me. Not anything.

“You don’t need her phone number anyway. You want in, you call us,” Max muttered low enough so only I could hear.

I would’ve rolled my eyes had I not known that he was completely, one hundred percent, serious.

He didn’t want me anywhere around Janie.

They weren’t stupid.

Janie was a beautiful woman—and she was a woman. Her hips, breasts, thighs, and ass all attested to that fact.

Luscious. Round. Beautiful.

God, she was breathtaking.

I wanted to…

“Rafe?”

I blinked, then looked up at her. “Yeah?”

“Max said to wait out here for a minute. Apparently, they have a woman inside that’s deathly afraid of men,” she repeated. “Shiloh is in there getting her moved to the safe room.”

The safe room wasn’t a typical ‘safe room’ as much as it was a room that the women could go to and feel safe. It didn’t have anything special about it other than the women could input a code to get in, and not anyone—not even the men that owned the place—had the code.

It was more of a ‘security’ blanket than anything.

And I could probably break into that room in less than ten seconds if I really wanted to. Then again, so could the other men of Free.

But the women that came here didn’t really know that. They just needed that security blanket for their peace of mind. What they didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt them.

“Oh,” I muttered, then looked down at Janie’s dogs instead of looking at Janie.

Because when I looked at Janie, I saw things that I shouldn’t be seeing.

Such as her body underneath mine while I pumped away inside of her, spilling my seed and filling her womb with it—that kind of thing.

My eyes narrowed in on the dog sitting at Janie’s side. The other one was sitting next to me, almost leaning into me, but not quite.

“Which one is next to you?” I asked.

“Glock,” she answered. “Glock has the black mask. Kimber,” she indicated the dog at my side. “Has more of a brown one.”

I nodded, my eyes going to the dog at my side.

“Do they know basic commands?” I questioned.

“They do,” she confirmed. “Sit, lay down, leave it, and paw.”

“Hmmm,” I murmured. “Have you tried teaching them anything else?”

She shook her head. “I watched a YouTube video once to try to learn how to do it, but every time I tried it with the two of them, they gave me this blank-eyed doggy stare that clearly said they had better things to be doing besides listening to me.”

I snorted. “You have to give them some sort of incentive.”

And that was how, for the next fifteen minutes while we waited to be given the all clear, I showed Janie how to do something small, but effective, with her dogs.

“How did you do that?” she whispered from my side, staring in awe as the dogs ‘stayed.’

“Gotta find what they want, and that’s your attention,” I explained. “For some dogs, treats work fine, but other dogs are more stubborn. They would much rather have your excitement and assurances that they did good than a tiny partially-satisfying treat.”

I backed away another pace from the two beautiful pups and then winked at Janie.

“Where did you learn to do this?” she pushed.

I whistled, and both dogs came instantly.

Janie bent down and rubbed each pup in turn, showering them with praises and excitement.


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