Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
And he had on more makeup than I did.
Parker turned his head back my way. Then winked.
He knew damn well that I wasn’t looking at the other guy, and my face when he’d turned had proven it.
I’d never really understood the goth thing. It didn’t make any sense to me. But to each their own and all that jazz.
I was just going to be me.
“So what were you wanting to ask?”
My lips twitched. “I wanted to know what that tattoo right there was.”
I pointed at his neck but stopped just shy of actually touching it.
He lifted his arm and then caught the bottom of the tee with his hand and pulled it up, showing me the rest of the tattoo.
It was the Navy SEAL insignia.
“Wow, cool!” I said. “I want to get a tattoo. But, I’m undecided on what I actually want. So, I’ve just been researching…for years.”
His lips twitched. “Since it’s permanent, I can see wanting to like what you put on your body.”
I nodded my head. “I’m glad that you understand. Janie just wants me to do it…though she doesn’t have any tattoos either. It’s just a really hard decision. I’m not impulsive at all.”
Unless we were talking about holes. Then I was fucking impulsive.
Or when someone pissed me off. Those words just slipped out before I could call them back.
Okay, so maybe I was a tad bit impulsive.
But he didn’t really need to know that.
I bit my lip and tried not to ask him the other fifty-nine questions that were on the tip of my tongue, and instead studied the bulletin board above the concession stand to see what I may or may not want.
He started to chuckle, and I gritted my teeth.
I would not ask him! I would not!
We stepped up to the counter a half a minute later, and Parker started to order.
Then looked over at me once he was done.
“Did you want something?”
I nodded and then pointed to a beer.
If I opened my mouth, I’d ask.
I knew I would.
“You want a beer?”
I nodded.
“Really?”
I nodded.
He seemed amused by my lack of communication, and I rolled my eyes.
“Anything else?”
I pointed to the lemonade.
He rolled his eyes.
“Give her one of those. Two beers. And some of those cracker jacks. Do you have any candy?”
Five minutes later we had more food than I knew what to do with, more drinks than I needed, and Parker had spent over sixty dollars.
I’d tried to hand him the twenty and another ten, but he’d refused.
Without actually opening my mouth and asking him to take it—which again I wouldn’t do because of the burning questions—there was nothing else I could do but acquiesce.
“I’m fairly sure this is the quietest I’ve heard you be since you sat down when you first got here.”
I glared and took the last few steps down that led to our seats.
“Are you sure you don’t want to ask?” he pushed, leading us back into our seats.
He passed Janie and Rafe before I finally caved.
I just couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“What’s your full name?” I blurted.
I really, really wanted to know. And it’d been killing me.
I just had to know.
I felt Janie’s pinch to my ass before she said anything.
“Don’t go there,” Janie ordered harshly under her breath. “Parker is a Bad News Bear.”
Yeah, right. Like we ever listened to anything the other said. Me? I said Rafe was a Bad News Bear. Did she listen? Hell no?
It’s like asking my opinion on her clothing choice. Whatever I tell her I just know that she’ll do the complete opposite.
There really was only one thing we agreed on…to disagree.
“Peter Parker Penn.”
My lips twitched, but before I could say another word, Loki’s cleared throat from behind me had me turning.
“You said you weren’t thirsty,” he accused.
I sat the beer I was holding down, and then brought the lemonade up to my lips.
“I wasn’t, but then I had to go to the bathroom, and saw this.” I held it up.
His eyes narrowed and then flicked from me to Parker and back.
“Huh,” he grunted.
I frowned as I watched him walk away, then turned back to my seat and took it.
“I knew this was going to happen,” Janie growled.
“Knew what was going to happen?” I asked inquisitively.
“Knew that he was going to catch your attention.” She shook her head. “You know that your new friend was the one who did that to Loki, right?”
I frowned.
“Did what?”
She gestured to her neck and then drew her finger across it as if she was slicing it open.
My mouth fell open.
“You’re kidding. Parker?” I whispered almost silently.
She nodded, looking freaked out.
“What?”
She nodded again.
“How do you know?”
She picked up her phone and typed something out, then my phone buzzed in my pocket from there.
Whore: I heard from Johnny, who heard from his dad. I’m being for real. They say that Parker really is the one who did that.