Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
He showed me the information he’d been able to dig up, and I groaned.
Wanda McCarty, the partial owner of Jenner’s Heating and Air.
“Mother. Fucker.”
“What?” Everyone asked at once.
Jack glared at me.
“Tai had the fire marshal give out a few tickets on an A/C business, and in the meantime, it seems that he managed to well and truly piss off the woman that runs the show there in the process,” Jack said reproachfully.
I winced.
Yep that’d been me. I had done that.
Me and my overreacting self.
But, really, that miserable bitch had it coming.
“I’m aware that she doesn’t like me, for some reason, and she’s refused to schedule an appointment for some A/C repairs in my old place. So what? What does all the rest of this have to do with me?” Mia asked glaring at me through narrowed eyes clearly telling me this conversation was far from over.
I grinned unrepentantly.
“She was also sending emails to one Edwin McCain from a Gmail account listed as mia.davis@hotlook.com. McCain is the man you stated was Colt’s father, correct?” Jack questioned.
Mia closed her eyes and sighed.
“So were they both in on it, or was Wanda doing it all on her own?” I asked.
“Edwin wasn’t aware of Wanda. All he knew was that the woman he had a restraining order on was now threatening him,” he said. “He also told his wife about what happened, and she said he had to file a police report about it.”
I closed my eyes as I pinched the bridge of my nose.
“This is one big cluster fuck,” I said.
Jack snorted.
“You could say that again,” he said.
My eyes popped open to glare at my brother.
“Back off,” I said. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”
He bared his teeth at me.
“How many times do I have to tell you to keep your nose out of other people’s business?” He snapped.
“Okay, here we go,” I said, throwing up my hands.
My brother still blamed me for everything, like I was still that fucked up mess of a teenage boy, and he clearly would never stop.
“What, exactly, would you have done had Winter been in this same situation?” I asked curiously.
Jack scowled. “Winter wouldn’t have been in this situation, because I would have taken care of it. It’s a moot point.”
My eyes narrowed.
“Boys,” Mia said softly. “This isn’t the time nor the place…”
I sat back in my chair and glared daggers at my brother.
Jack did much the same, and the other two men in the room who didn’t have the last name Stoker (who, I might add, were lucky bastards to not be related to the mother fucker who loves to make my life a living hell) both sighed.
“So…what now?” Mia asked softly. “Am I allowed to go to work?”
Luke nodded.
“Yes. With this new evidence that was conveniently brought to our attention, we now have other avenues to investigate. We’ll let Mr. McCain know about this development in the case and how we plan to proceed,” Luke said, moving to the door.
“And what about the other bitch?” I asked.
Luke’s eyebrows rose at my use of colorful language.
I was normally pretty careful about using profanity in a professional setting.
There was just something about this whole situation that was really bothering me.
I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I had a really bad feeling about it. And it was making it hard to control my emotions.
I really, really wanted to punch my brother in the face.
Granted, I wanted to do that a lot. But usually I was able to hide it better than I was able to do at this moment in time.
Mia stood up, too, and started for the door.
She grabbed my hand on the way, though, dragging me along with her.
I flipped my brother off as we went, and he had the nerve to laugh.
Fucker.
Nico followed me out, and my brother followed behind him.
I kept Mia’s hand in mine, tugging her back slightly to walk next to me.
“Don’t wait for me to wake up next time, okay?” I asked.
She smiled, her pretty white teeth gleaming.
“Yeah, I’ll call you next time.”
“Promise?” I said.
She nodded.
“Promise.”
Chapter 16
I turn beer into pee, what’s your superpower?
-Beer Mug
Mia
This had been the week from hell.
Three days ago, that darn newspaper article about me ran in the paper
Today, people I knew, people who knew me, treated me like a leper.
People I didn’t even know treated me that way, too.
“What the fuck is her problem?” Masen asked, staring at the charge nurse like she’d grown a second head.
A woman who I’d worked well with for over a year, now, looked at me like I was shit on the bottom of her shoe.
I sighed.
“It’s the newspaper article,” I said. “I don’t even know.”
You would think people would get their facts straight before jumping to judgment.
However¸ this situation proved to me just how judgmental people could be with the way that my coworkers and even random people in the grocery store treated me.