Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
I was never on that side of town.
It was a simple lie in order to see her wide smile when I got back to the apartment. The gas to get there cost more than the ice itself, but that smile? Priceless.
The awkward throat clearing coming from my mouth probably wasn’t helping the situation while Bri really did take a look around, only to nearly fall onto the ground ass first as her legs got tangled in a blanket. “Huh? Seriously, where are we and why are you here? Is this part of the game?”
I licked my lips and leaned forward, grabbing the blanket from the ground and tossing it onto the couch. “I’m your nurse for the night, apparently you got a concussion from the stapler and you need to be woken up every few hours, I think this is the part where I say no man left behind—but really, Max gave me a key card to one of the penthouse suites away from the contestants so you could rest and I was given the task of making sure you don’t die.”
“Has anyone ever told you how charming you are?”
“Oh daily, grandmas love me too, by the way, sometimes they even give me a piece of gum just for smiling.”
“Gross.”
“Some might say cute.”
“Some might say you need to get a life if that’s what you find exciting.”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, you’re alive, you’re welcome for staying with you for the night. Are you hungry? Do you need to shower, actually scratch that, I’m assuming you need to shower after sweating your way through all of that but there was no chance in hell I was going to take a passed out girl under water after stripping her clothes off and this is so going downhill the more I speak isn’t it?”
Bri smirked. “I think it started going downhill with the grandma conversation and just veered off a cliff when you said passed out girl in the shower and stripping.”
“Yup.” I nodded. “On that note…” I stood and grabbed the remote from the other couch. “Should we just go for it and watch a crime drama?”
She tucked her legs underneath her body and pulled the blanket over her. “You know I’m a sucker for the ones where the women are the killers.”
I plopped back down next to her. “Why do they always use poison again?”
“Mmm, easy.” She snatched the remote from my hands and turned up the volume, then handed it back forcefully for someone who had a head injury. “Women for the most part aren’t as strong as men physically and well, we don’t really like to get our hands dirty, so for the most part we’ll choose a weapon that’s sneakier oh and also men are dumb-dumbs, they see tits, ass, and a meal in front of them and the last thing on their mind is arsenic.”
“Huh, I had you for more of a Wild Parsnip or Hemlock sort of gal.”
Bri winked. “You just earned points for even knowing that.”
“How to poison someone? Thank you, best compliment I’ve ever received might have to write it down and frame it for my living room.”
“You lead a sad, sad life, don’t you?”
“Shut up.” I elbowed her and turned the channel, sure enough there was a crime show on HLN called Black Widow and it had just started. “Oooo, bet he cheated.”
“Nah.” She crossed her arms. “It always starts that way, they’re so happy, in love, the world is they’re oyster then bam!”
I jumped when she clapped her hands together. “Bam what?”
Bri dropped her hands into her lap. “Usually it starts slow, you don’t just wake up and go, hey I think I’m going to slowly poison the person I love to death by way of his morning coffee, might take me six months, but I’m a nurse they’d never suspect me and neither would he, because I’m the perfect wife, meanwhile he’s been cheating with his brother’s fiancé all along.”
I blinked at her. “That was scary detailed, care to share your trauma with the class?”
“We need popcorn.” She stood up on shaky legs, then fell back down onto the couch. I caught her and gently laid her against the pillow. “Ugh, I hate feeling dizzy.”
“You’ll be fine. Just sit, I’ll make the popcorn, plus do you really think I’m going to let you touch my snack after talking about poisoning your lover?”
Her smile fell. “But you aren’t my lover, so you don’t have to worry.”
“Does that mean you’d poison me if I was?”
“Never.” She scoffed after a few moments of silence. “I’d probably just hit you over the head with a bat or cut your brakes.” A grin followed.
A very scary grin.
“On that note.” I walked past the couch. “I’m going to be paranoid for life and for your information, I was a great lover and why are we using the word lover? It’s like our conversations have done nothing but go downhill since the grandma talk.”