Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 179794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 179794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
“That’s …”
Reaper turned a death glare at Puck, who was doing dishes. “What?”
“Nothing,” Puck mumbled, putting a glass in the dishwasher.
Reaper poured his coffee, giving Jesus his own death glare when he appeared to be debating saying something. “You need a haircut,” he snapped at the brother.
Jesus brought his hand protectively to the back of his hair. “Yours is longer.”
Reaper’s glare intensified. “I don’t work around food.”
“I won’t be either after today.” Jesus moved to stand next to Jewell, as if the woman could protect him.
When Jewell gave him her own death glare, Reaper went to take a seat at the table. “Where’s Ginny?”
“You have no problem texting everyone else; have you tried texting her?” Viper asked.
“She hasn’t answered,” Reaper admitted, taking a sip of his coffee. Scalding his tongue, he forced himself swallow the hot liquid rather than add to Viper’s amusement.
“She’s at the church.”
“How in the fuck did she get to the church? Why wasn’t I woken up? Someone better be—”
“Chill. Reaper, it’s too early in the morning. What’s with you?” Pouring syrup over his waffles, Viper then closed the lid with a snap.
Reaper knew he was acting like a fucking dick. Ginny had turned his mind to mush from the moment she touched him. Why wasn’t his mind clearing the more time he spent with her? When was the monotony going to kick in? He just wanted one turmoil-free day. Was that too much to ask for?
Reaper could see he wouldn’t be getting any answers until he calmed down.
“Who drove Ginny to the church?”
“Moon,” Viper finally gave the information he wanted. “He’ll tail her and bring her back when she’s done. What’s your plan for the day?”
“Putting sheds together.”
“Sheds?”
“Don’t ask.” Getting up, reassured that Ginny was being watched by Moon and Lucky, Reaper went to the door to let Suki inside before making himself a plate.
Loading his plate down with waffles, he was passing the crockpot when he curiously lifted the lid to see what was inside. Oatmeal. He fucking hated the goo.
Going to the cabinet, he took a bowl at the same time as Shade took one. Hurrying back to the counter, Reaper took the remaining oatmeal before considerately turning the crockpot off.
“You couldn’t have saved me a spoonful?”
“You snooze, you lose.”
Ignoring the dark look Shade gave him, Reaper went back to the table.
Pouring the syrup over the waffles, he started eating as Shade sat down with Viper and him.
“You going to be back before the party starts tonight, to make sure Ginny is out of the way?” Viper asked.
“I plan to be back at four. I’m going out later tonight with Silas and Greer. I’ll make sure she knows to stay in my room while I’m gone. Tell the brothers while I’m gone to keep the noise down until I get back.”
“How long you going to be gone?”
“A few hours. I’m not asking them not to party, just to keep the noise down so Ginny won’t have to listen.”
“How’re you going to keep her from hearing what’s going on when you come back?” Shade questioned, dropping his eyes to the uneaten oatmeal.
“She’ll be more concerned with what’s going on in our room rather than the rest of the club,” he bragged, pulling the oatmeal toward him and starting to eat the goo. Expecting to gag under Shade’s scrutiny, Reaper was pleasantly surprised at the taste.
Finishing the bowl, he looked at his cell phone and saw that Ginny still hadn’t texted him back. Sending her another, he told her that he was heading to Silas’s.
Taking his dishes to the sink, he grabbed one of the tumblers sitting out, then went back to the table, pouring the hot coffee into it. “I’m going to Silas’s. If anything comes up, you can text or reach me there. Any of the brothers want to earn any extra cash this afternoon, we could use help building the sheds.”
Shade gave him a quizzical look. “How many are you building?”
“Four.”
“Four?”
“Four,” Reaper repeated, aware of the brothers in the kitchen listening in. “Any of them have experience laying bricks, I’ll pay extra.”
The humorous expressions had him instantly regretting asking, but dammit, he didn’t want a crooked shed.
“They make brick sheds?”
Tuning out the snickers from the brothers, Reaper answered Viper. “Yes.” Then he gave Viper a condescending-asshole look, like how didn’t you know. “It’s the size of a two-door garage.”
“Hm … And why did you want it to be brick?”
“Ginny bought it for me. She wanted a sturdy garage for my bike.”
The jealous looks the brothers gave him made up for being the source of their prior amusement. Well, except for Shade, who wasn’t buying what he was selling.
“Jesus has the most construction experience; ask him.” Viper nodded his head back.
Reaper dragged his eyes to where Jesus was standing behind the counter with a shit-eating grin on his face. “I worked as brick layer for three summers when I was in high school and worked as one for two years when I worked for my dad’s construction company.”