Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“The man that shot everyone…” I said, hesitating. “I’m glad he’s dead.”
Wolf finally smiled, and the smile was anything but pretty.
“You and me both, Sweetheart,” he replied, dropping his forehead to mine.
“I am a bad person,” he started. “But you make me want to be a better person.”
My fingers in his hair slipped free, and I wrapped them around his tight shoulders.
“You look like something else is on your mind,” I guessed.
Wolf sighed and moved away from me, letting my body go as he reached for the soap.
The tiny sliver of soap that the hotel provided looked infinitesimal in his large, deeply tanned hand.
He closed his hand around it and ran it under the water before bringing it to his body to rub roughly.
My eyes watched him move, and although I’d just found release with him only moments before, my body started to throb with new feelings.
That was what that man did to me, though; made me feel.
Made me feel when I didn’t want to feel.
“I don’t know how to tell you something, and I’m wondering if at this juncture in time if it would be a good thing or a bad thing,” he hesitated.
I smiled at him.
“Does it have to do with why I left?” I asked curiously.
He shook his head.
“I didn’t buy Marky Mark for you,” he said carefully.
“Then who did?” I questioned.
“Your brother.”
Chapter 18
It’s not parenting until you’ve ruined your child’s life simply by serving them dinner.
-Fact of Life
Wolf
“Where’d you leave your baseball shoes?” Raven yelled loudly into the phone.
I pulled the phone away from my ear, checked the connection, and placed it back against my ear.
“The last time I saw his cleats they were in a box beside his bed,” I pursed my lips. “Try the toy box. I saw him move everything into it the other day when he cleaned.”
A sigh of frustration filled the line, and I had to hide my smile.
“Why is Casten here and not you?” she asked me as she rushed around the house.
I could only guess what she was doing, but I did have experience trying to find Nathan’s shit. We had two shirts, two pairs of socks, and two pairs of pants for this very reason.
What we did not have two of were his shoes, his bat, or his glove.
Which happened to be the only things he lost.
“I gotta go or this kid of yours isn’t going to make it to the game on time,” she murmured. “Are you on your way?”
I looked at the empty booth in front of me.
“No,” I said. “I’ll likely be late.”
She sighed.
“Casten’s taking me to the game, then?” she asked.
“No,” I said. “He’s not.”
There was a momentary pause, then a hesitant question that made my heart stutter. “Who’s taking me, then?”
It’d been a week and a half since I’d picked her up at the Texas/Oklahoma border.
Eight days since I’d told her about her brother, and not a single one of those had she said a word about him.
In fact, she studiously ignored anything and everything that had to do with Raphael.
Which, at this juncture in time, wasn’t such a bad thing since Raphael had so much shit on his plate.
That shouldn’t have stopped him from at least making contact.
He didn’t, though, and Raven had refused to say a single word about the man.
I knew for a fact that the two of them knew each other well enough to have an inkling at who the other was.
But, in all my time with Raven, I hadn’t once heard about Raphael, and Raphael refused to share just why exactly she refused to talk about anything that had to do with her brother.
A brother that was, in fact, her brother.
I had the DNA test done to prove it.
For not only my peace of mind, but Raven’s as well, should she choose to question anything.
Yet she hadn’t.
And that was why Raphael was coming over tonight.
He didn’t know that Raven was going to be there. All he knew was that Raven was going out with a few friends with a couple of men to watch her.
And I guess, technically, she was.
She was going to a wedding shower with Ridley’s soon to be wife, Freya.
All of the men’s wives would be there. Lenore, Annie, Tasha, Kitt and Alison.
And all of the kids would be watched by the men—all the men but two, who would be watching the ladies like a hawk.
Although, Raphael was supposed to be late coming in. He had some news he was going to share with us (us being the Uncertain Saints, not Raven) and wouldn’t be there until after his normal work day ended.
Apparently, Agent Fry kept them all busy doing bogus work to make his paperwork nice and pretty when, in reality, all they were doing was just enough work on the computer to make things nice and air tight—while after hours they were busy doing their illegal side business.