Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 119092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Noah glowed with pride.
“Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” Ruger said. “Don’t take Noah out with a guy like that again. You’ll send him the wrong message.”
“None of your business.”
“It’ll always be my business.”
“You don’t get to win every single time,” I told him seriously. “Just because you say something, that doesn’t mean it’s true.”
“Just ’cause I say it doesn’t mean I’m wrong, either.”
I glared at him, then marched over and collected Noah, trying not to grit my teeth. I took him home and put him to bed, feeling bitchy the entire time.
When I fell asleep that night, it wasn’t Josh I was dreaming of. Nope, stupid Ruger. Again.
Even in my dreams he won.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
SUNDAY
KIMBER: Josh won’t tell Ryan anyting about ur date. Did somethig go wrong?
ME: Ruger
KIMBER:???
ME: We had a great time then Ruger showed up. Pretty sure I’ll never hear from Josh again
KIMBER: Jesus Ruger. Stalk much?!?!???
ME: No it wasn’t like that. He was having dinner with the guys we ran into him in the parking lot. He had a little bullshit talk with Josh then Josh ran off. I realize he doesn’t know us very well but he didnt even make sure Noah and I were safe when he left. Epic fail all around
KIMBER: Pisser. Josh loses margarita privileges. Hate wimps
ME: Meh …
KIMBER: So u talk to Ruger at all?
ME: Nope. Fuck him
KIMBER: Gotcha. Hey u going to the bachelorette party? Marie invited me and I wnat to go, but it would be wiered without u
ME: Can’t decide. Like her and would love it, but … you know …
KIMBER: Yup, I get it. Keep me posted
MONDAY
RUGER: Can I pick Noah up after school? Got a thing I want to take him to
ME: What kind of thing?
RUGER: Got a friend who races, his car is down at the track. Said Noah could have a ride
ME: Is it safe???
RUGER: Safe as any car. He’ll go slow
ME: Biker friend?
RUGER: No. No colors, no Reapers. Don’t agree with you on that, but I’m giving you time
ME: I dont need time. I need you gone
RUGER: Can I take him or not?
ME: Okay. Home by 6?
RUGER: 7 work? I’ll get him dinner
ME: Sounds good. No games, tho. Drop him off and leave
RUGER: I hear you. No games
WEDNESDAY
DANCER: So you coming to party or not? Marie really wants you there.
ME: Um …
DANCER: Please come. I know things are shit with you and Ruger. I don’t care, neither does Marie. We’d love to have you there.
ME: Okay. Dont want to stay out too late tho. I have work on Friday
DANCER: No prob. Even a few hours would be great for Marie. Kimber, too? She’s fun. Um, coul dyou ask her to bring her blender, too? Starting at my place before hitting bars …
ME: Dork :p
DANCER: Not dorky to know what you want;)
ME: Guess not. I’ll see if Elle can watch Noah
DANCER: You can share our sitter if you need to
ME: Rather have him closer to home. More likely to sleep. Oour lives have been crazy lately and he has school tomorrow
DANCER: See you tomorrow night <3
ME: Sounds good
THURSDAY
KIMBER: Can’t believe she’s having the party on a thursday. Sucks, Ryan has to work tomorrow. Hangover and baby don’t mix!!!!!!!!!!
ME: You don’t have to drink, you know.
KIMBER: Shut the fuck up. Ur not drinking?
ME: No—work in morning.
KIMBER: You preggo or something?
ME: Oh, you’re funny
KIMBER: :-> So u know why a thursday?
ME: Marie said she’s got a thing with her mom this weekend. Spa or something
KIMBER: Jealous. We should do that
ME: Right after I win the lottery
KIMBER: Hmmm … ur gonna have to start buying tickets
ME: Why don’t you buy for both of us?
KIMBER: So long as I get to drink for both of us, I’m down with that! SMOOCHES
“Fuck!” Marie screamed, spinning around. “I lost my veil!”
She stood up in the limo’s open sunroof. It was just after midnight, and we’d decided to cruise down along the Coeur d’Alene lake before hitting our final destination, a karaoke bar.
About an hour ago, Marie had declared she wanted—no, needed—to sing “Pour Some Sugar on Me” before the night ended. It’d been playing when she and Horse met, and apparently the world would end if we didn’t sing it again tonight.
We knew this because she’d been very clear: The existence of the world literally depended on successful completion of this karaoke mission.
As one of the most sober women in the limo, I’d been assigned to make sure we didn’t get distracted and forget. Seeing as I wasn’t one hundred percent sober, I’d carefully written this on my inner arm with a pen as a reminder.
Now I stood next to her, watching in horror as the little white scrap of tulle she wore on her head flew through the air toward Painter, who followed us on his bike. Holy shit. Would it make him crash?