Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 75754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
But it was the way he watched me that made me the most nervous.
Almost as if he could tell I was a bad person.
And I guess most would think I was, but I wasn’t.
I was only protecting myself and my unborn child that, unfortunately, hadn’t made it.
Not that anyone besides me and Sawyer knew about my Jade.
I hadn’t even told Lily about Jade.
Not because I didn’t feel that she would sympathize, but because the fact that I’d lost her still hurt so deeply that I couldn’t talk about it.
Hadn’t talked about it since the day she was taken from me after I spoke to the cops.
“Wonderful,” I muttered, turning on my heel to walk into the kitchen and start a pot of coffee.
But it was already done when I got there, so I guess Sawyer was inching her way off the hook.
I didn’t bother with cream.
This was a straight black kind of day.
I grimaced when I took a drink of the bitter brew, turning to survey Sawyer and Sterling.
They had a good relationship, but Sawyer had that with all of members of The Dixie Wardens.
A perk, I guessed, of being married to the President.
“How do you still not know what you’re having?” Sterling asked my best friend. “Isn’t that something new parents want to know?”
I’d asked the same thing.
How do you have a baby shower if you don’t know what you’re having?
You won’t want to put your kid in yellow for that long, not when there’s way cuter things in blue or pink.
But she’d refused.
She wanted it to ‘be a surprise.’
Something she echoed to Sterling moments later.
“I want it to be a surprise. Silas’ doesn’t care, but I do. I want that experience since I’m fairly positive this’ll be my only one,” she admitted.
That was news to me.
I always saw Sawyer as having five children and a minivan.
Silas, I saw, giving her whatever the hell she wanted, and if five kids was what she wanted, then he’d do it.
Happily.
“Why do you say it’s your only one?” Sterling asked, leaning his slim hips up against the counter.
My eyes went down to the bulge in the back of his jeans that meant he was carrying.
Something that nearly every man that was a member of The Dixie Wardens did, every single time I saw them.
Sterling being no different.
“Because Silas is older than me. And I don’t think he wants anymore kids,” she said hesitantly.
I blinked, surprised by that.
“You think that, really? I always figured him for being wrapped around your finger. Ask him and see what he wants!” I told her.
Sterling nodded. “I agree with Grumpy.”
I glared at him. “I’m not Grumpy.”
He gave me a raised brow, then his eyes moved lower to my breasts.
My gaze followed his to see the Dwarf on my shirt, Grumpy.
Hmmm, maybe I shouldn’t have worn this one. Not to mention I didn’t even have a bra on yet.
I moved my glare back to his face to see him smiling at my discomfort, and my nipples started to bead in anticipation. Shit, but the man really was sexy.
The perfect example of a military man from the tips of his combat boots to the length of his beard.
I licked my lips as my eyes settled on his mouth, and snapped my gaze away from him.
“Breakfast?” I blurted, trying to get away from his knowing smile.
Sawyer nodded and walked to my fridge where she pulled out a gallon of orange juice, and a package of groceries that contained eggs, bacon, and canned biscuits.
She really was laying it on thick if she was going to go that far out of her way to make sure I was fed.
“What kind of eggs do you like, Sterling?” she asked as she placed the bags onto the counter.
“Over easy,” he said oddly, almost as if he wasn’t aware that there were any other ways to eat an egg.
Sawyer nodded as she started to pull out a frying pan from somewhere I’d never seen before, followed up with a cookie sheet from above my stove.
I narrowed my eyes.
Had she gone shopping?
Because I definitely would’ve remembered having either of those items.
I hadn’t cooked since I’d moved in unless it was microwavable, and I was fairly certain I had a pot only.
“Where’d that come from?” I asked her suspiciously.
“I found it at a yard sale,” she lied.
I narrowed my eyes and went to her purse, pulling out receipt after receipt.
My eyes scanned for it and I found it at the very bottom.
“You lying whore!” I yelled, waving the receipt around.
She shrugged.
“At some point, you were going to need a pot and a pan. It’s not my fault you won’t get one. When I come over to cook, I want something to work with!” Sawyer yelled right back.
I glared at her.
“You need to leave me alone! And I never asked you to cook!” I pointed at her.
She ignored me, though, and started to place the bacon in the frying pan.
I narrowed my eyes at her and walked into the kitchen, picking up the tube of biscuits and peeling the paper off of it.
Before I’d gotten it all the way off, it exploded in my hand and I shrieked.
“Fuck!” I yelled.
“Serves you right, hoe,” Sawyer muttered under her breath.
I flipped her off, ignoring the man that was at my back laughing at our back and forth banter.
I put the biscuits onto the pan and Sawyer stopped me.
“You need cooking spray,” she said, freezing me.
“Why would you need cooking spray when these are made with small bits of butter? Aren’t they naturally lubricating?” I asked her, ignoring her instructions to spray butter on the pan.
“Are you asking me if you can use butter for lube, seriously?” Sawyer asked in exasperation, moving away from the now popping bacon to the cookie sheet where she picked up every single one of the biscuits and sprayed the sheet down before placing them back, this time in a more neat line.
“Seriously?” I asked her.
She glared at me.
“Go sit down. You’re interrupting my flow,” she hissed.