Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
The cop being her father.
I started to chuckle and slide down lower in my seat, my hands covering my eyes as my chest vibrated with my silent laughter.
When Bennett got to the door, Calloway sighed loudly.
“I have a gun.”
There was a moment of silence and then Bennett said, “Well I fucking hope so.”
There was a delicate snort, and I moved my hands to see Bennett staring at me with raised eyebrows.
“Hey, it wasn’t me telling her to speed,” I said, looking sideways longingly.
Damn, I could go for some donuts.
I looked down to see the keys in her cupholder, then grinned and snatched them up before she could think.
Shouldering out of the car, I walked inside and nearly groaned.
“Y’all have my pumpkin donuts!” I cried out.
The woman behind the counter, Delanie Davidsdottir, Booth’s baby mama, rolled her eyes. “I do. And hopefully you have cash. I can’t figure out the card machine, and Dillan’s not answering my calls. I can’t believe I agreed to do this.”
Grinning, I walked up to the display case and started to pick out my poison.
“Uncle Louis!” Asa, Booth and Delanie’s son, came running around the display cases like his feet were on fire. “What are you doing here?”
I caught him up and whirled him around, grinning when he shrieked wildly. “I’m here to get some donuts, little man. What are you doing here?”
I tickled him for emphasis, causing him to groan and squeal in excitement.
He really was a cute kid.
And he was getting fucking huge.
I remembered when he was just a tiny little baby and all of us were so in awe of him. Now, we were still in awe of him, but he wasn’t so little anymore.
“Who’s that getting pulled over by Uncle Benny Bear?” Asa asked.
I started to chuckle and took him to the window, showing him Calloway.
“It’s Calloway,” I said. “I was in the car with her. She was going too fast.”
“Cal’s yellin’,” Asa said.
Yes, yes, she was.
She was also waving her arms around wildly and gesturing at me.
When Bennett waved at Asa—at least I was assuming he was waving at Asa—Calloway turned with a glare on her face that quickly slid off.
She waved—this time I knew at Asa—but I chose to piss her off and waved back.
Calloway rolled her eyes and turned back to her dad.
“You like Calloway, dontcha?” Asa asked.
“You bet your behind,” Delanie confirmed. “But he’s too chicken to ask her out.”
I stuck my tongue out at her. “Speaking of chicken…”
Delanie looked away, her gaze going somewhere where only she could see.
Delanie had a thing for her baby daddy’s brother, Bourne. Bourne had a big thing for her. But both of them were reluctant to act on anything because they were too worried about Booth. Though, they shouldn’t be. Booth had a thing for Delanie’s sister, Dillan.
Needless to say, it was a big clusterfuck, and there was definitely some wife swap, Dr. Phil things going on in their family, and I tried to stay far, far away from it.
It would work itself out in time.
Especially with the way things had ramped up lately, making it nearly impossible to be in the same room as them and not see the sparks flying.
“Get her donuts,” Asa ordered. “She likes the ones filled with cream.”
I grinned. “Already two steps ahead of you, bud. Should we pick her out some pretty ones?”
Asa nodded his head sharply. “Yes, I think so,” he said so authoritatively it made me grin. “Aunt Dillan said that pretty ladies should get pretty flowers. That’s what she said when she gave one of Mama’s new dogs a flowered donut. The dog ate it in three bites!”
Delanie specialized in PTSD—post-traumatic stress disorder—dogs. Dogs that could help mostly veterans, but some other types of individuals, deal better with post-traumatic stress disorder on their own. Hayes had recently gotten a dog from Delanie. The dog’s name was Trigger, and apparently he helped him with reintegrating back into society. Something he’d been hiding rather well, but Ares had seen straight through.
“Hey,” I said to Delanie. “Can you give me two dozen assorted? I don’t really care how much or what, other than a few cream filled. But the white cream, not Bavarian. Calloway thinks that one looks like snot.”
“Oh, look!” Asa said, pointing over my shoulder. “Grandpa is here!”
Nico was, indeed, there.
He was pulling into a parking space, likely coming to get the little man in my arms and not to see Bennett.
But he’d gone to Bennett anyway, offering him a handshake before grinning at Calloway who was now standing there with her arms crossed tightly over her chest.
“Any kolaches?” she asked curiously.
“Yeah, give me a dozen, but split them up into two bags, too.” I paused. “Hey, Asa. Can you go get me four chocolate milks?”
Asa scrambled down from my arms and did as I asked, coming back one time after another until he’d gotten me all four.