Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“This would be him.” Hiding the urge to grin almost isn’t done. “And he reserved it.” My stare shifts over to his. “I’m just usin’ my membership to save him a few bucks.”
“How…” Seventeen struggles to find an appropriate word choice, “thoughtful.”
“You’re getting a great deal,” Anne reassures while typing on her computer. “Non-member rates – especially for a reservation that big – can be killer.”
This time I toss him a smug smirk. “You’re welcome.”
He begrudgingly offers me a small nod of fake gratitude while retrieving his wallet.
As much as I’m enjoying sticking it to this prick – and make no mistake about that I am enjoying the fuck out of it – it’s not about that.
Okay.
It’s not just about that.
We need to be able to discuss things that have to directly deal with the woman we both care about, and I don’t trust our building yet. Despite Yi doing his job and going out of his way to increase, along with tighten, protocols courtesy of vehicle sweeps for tracking devices and hall sweeps for listening ones, my gut tells me there’s a source inside HE alerting someone on the outside to our movements. Whereabouts. Plans. I don’t know who. And I don’t know exactly when. But too many things keep getting compromised too quickly for there to be any other type of explanation.
Only a handful of people were supposed to know Arley was going into the office last week.
We have a fucking leak, so until I have time to deal with it, other measures have to be taken.
Like meeting alone, in a secure location, in a way that wouldn’t warrant suspension.
I.E. my pencil pushing boss needing a few pointers on how to properly handle a semiautomatic rifle.
“Let’s get things going, so you boys can get back there, already,” Anne begins at the time she presents him with a tablet. “This is just the basic consent and liability information. Your understanding of the rules of the range. Few expectations. Once you’ve read it over, go ahead and sign. Then I’ll scan your ID – which I’m sure is valid – and charge your card, unless of course you need to rent one of our rifles since you didn’t come with your own and I know Wahl isn’t one for sharing.”
Not my guns.
Damn sure not my woman.
“Yeah, he’s gonna need to rent somethin’,” I reply just as my phone starts vibrating. “Maybe somethin’ smaller than my AR 15. Definitely somethin’ easier to manage too. Maybe the Mini-14.”
“I can handle a full-sized weapon, Wahl. I’m not an invalid.”
I swipe open the text from Arley and offhandedly argue, “The Ruger Mini-14 is a full-sized weapon, Sir. Mini may be in the name but it is by no means a miniature weapon that underperforms. Plus, my AR has added optics. You’re new to this shit. Starting with good ol’ fashion iron sights is standard.”
Angel Cake: We need pods again.
Me: Laundry or Dishwasher?
Angel Cake: Laundry.
Angel Cake: Wait.
Angel Cake: FML. Let me double check.
Gotta admit.
My first time living with a woman isn’t going quite like I imagined.
There’s way more “who used the last of…” conversations and not nearly enough couch sex.
But I will say that I’m glad the first female I’ve ever lived with is her.
And if I have it my way?
She’ll be the only.
“Something more important than our training session, Wahl?” Seventeen inquires, pulling my attention up to his.
Rather than ramble the first answer that hits my tongue, I casually shrug it off. “Sorry, Sir. My woman just needs me to bring home a couple things.”
His entire frame noticeably tightens, encouraging another arrogant grin to grow. “I see.”
“Didn’t know you had a little lady at home!” Anne loudly exclaims as she slides the tablet back out of sight. “Why’s this the first I’m hearing about her?”
“Private man, Anne,” I playfully retort and let my gaze fall back to my vibrating device. “My weapons aren’t the only thing I don’t like to share.”
Angel Cake: How do we go through soap this fast?
Angel Cake: And sponges?!
Angel Cake: You know they’re NOT needed to make the cake, right?
Me: Be. Less. Messy.
The TV show GIF she sends causes me to burst out laughing, an action that catches both people by surprise.
“And she makes you laugh?” The store owner quirks an intrigued eyebrow at me. “No. I’m gonna need details, Wahl. And all of them.”
“Perhaps later?” Seventeen uncomfortably clears his throat. “After our lesson?” He tries to lighten his tone. “Something tells me chatting time isn’t figured into the cost.”
“You’d be right about that, sugar.” Anne shoots him a wink. “So, you want me to rent you the Mini-14 like Wahl suggested or-”
“Why don’t you rent me what he has?” Seventeen abruptly insists. “Exactly what he has.”
“I can’t rent you exactly what he has because it’s aftermarket customized but…” She bobs her head back and forth in momentary thought. “I can get you a stock version.”