Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
“I’m not sleeping with him,” Kayla said, keeping her distance. “I’m his bodyguard. I told you I was working. This is the job. I’m sorry about the rumors.”
Did she think she was getting away with that? Hells to the no. If he was going to have to defend his movies to her erudite father and deal with that poodle who looked like trouble, she was going down with him. “She’s totally sleeping with me. We’re exclusive. Though she is my bodyguard.” He slid an arm around her. “And my submissive, but we can go over what that means later. Should we get your luggage inside? Kay, baby, do you want to see if we’ve got some leftovers to feed your dads?”
“I think I would rather murder you,” she said under her breath. “What are you doing?”
He was making his decision. He was making his stand.
“I’m sorry, what did he call you?” Fred asked, holding the poodle up, showing dual expressions of complete horror on their faces. “You had better be talking about a sandwich or a submersible vehicle, though neither of those explanations fit my sweet baby girl, either.”
Another car pulled in behind them and Jared was out of the passenger seat like a shot, Shane following behind him. It looked like Declan had been the one to draw Riley babysitting duty.
Jared was all over him. “Dude, are you okay? Is the bike okay? Forget about the bike. The bike doesn’t matter. I can get a new one. I’m sure. You’re the important thing here. Did you almost get killed by a rattlesnake? And I’m sorry I screwed up. I forgot the whole you taking a call excuse and I fell back on explosive diarrhea. I’m such a fuck-up.”
Josh groaned. He should have known better than to give Jared Johns the high-pressure job of informing Kayla he was indisposed. “Hey, new friends, buddy. Let’s can the bodily functions.”
“Is everything all right?” Shane asked, hanging back as though ready to strike at the first possible opportunity.
“Kayla’s fathers have come to visit,” Josh explained.
Shane sighed. “I told her to call.”
Jared immediately turned and gave the newbies his best smile. “Kayla’s dads. Wow. Hello, I’m Jared Johns.” He turned to the poodle, obviously amping up the charm. “And who is this? Well, hello, pretty girl.”
The dog growled, eyes kind of bugging out. It was cool because he’d never seen a creature great or small who didn’t love Jared Johns. The man was like a walking, talking magnet. He pulled them all in, young and old, straight or gay, human or puppy.
“He’s a boy,” Fred said, dismissing Jared entirely. “And what is this about a rattlesnake?”
“Are you that actor from the TV show about the darts?” Jim asked.
Jared’s smile widened. The fucker practically glowed any time he got attention. “I am indeed. Hey, can I sign anything for you? Anything for a fan.”
“Yes, you can sign a document stating that you completely ignored both history and physics when making that ridiculous show. Did the writers attend school in any way?” The professor was in the house and it didn’t matter that it was late. He was obviously going to school them all. “Because it doesn’t appear so. A dart is far too small to transverse a human body, much less three. Also, when dealing with three human beings, their hearts wouldn’t all be in the exact same place, therefore making it impossible for the aforementioned too small dart to pierce each heart if it was on a fixed course.”
Jared’s eyes went wide. “Huh?”
The professor wasn’t done. “And no, the dart was not a weapon invented by cavemen.”
Jared shook his head and glanced over at Josh as though someone should save him. “No, the weaponized dart was given to the first Dart, who happened to be a caveman. See, ancient aliens knew that someone had to save humanity from darkness, thus the Dart was born. I was merely the contemporary man who was chosen by fate to protect earth.”
Jim stared at him for a moment and then shook his head, turning back to Josh. “Tell me you have more sense than he does.”
Oh, he was going to be fun to deal with. “Absolutely. I carefully research every role despite the fact that the screenwriters and directors often get the historical facts wrong in favor of drama. The key is to know what you’re fictionalizing and then figure out how to still find the character’s truth.”
“And who is the new guy?” Jim asked, staring at Shane.
“I’m the bodyguard,” Shane replied.
“I thought Kayla was the bodyguard. And something else. What did he call our daughter? Is the new body person also the other thing?” Fred was caught on that one little word.
“Bodyguard. I’m his bodyguard.” Kay was still trying, but he could have told her that ship had sailed away. “Shane’s also his bodyguard, but I’m his main guard.”