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)
The waitress sat us at the back…or as close to the back as she could. It was only when she seated us at the table directly next to the entire Kilgore SWAT team that I realized this wouldn’t be the quiet first meeting that Masen had wanted.
“Hey boys,” I said, waving.
I got hand waves back, but Luke and Nico were the closest.
“How’s it going tonight, Stoker?” A big man with tons of tattoos raised his hand up and offered it to Tai.
Tai walked over to their table and shook the man’s hand.
“Going pretty good, Saint,” Tai said. “How’s the baby?”
The big tattooed man grinned.
“She’s fucking perfect.”
Come to think of it, this man looked fairly familiar, too.
Speaking of the man, he turned his eyes on me and smiled.
“You got a woman, I see,” the man, Saint, said.
Tai nodded and held his hand out for me.
“Yeah,” Tai said. “This is Mia. Mia, this is Michael aka Saint.”
I walked over to him, offering him my hand as I did.
He took it, gently, and then let it go.
“Nice to meet you,” he said.
I smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, too.”
I curled around Tai as he pulled me closer and stared at the men at the table.
They were all huge.
And tattooed.
And sexy.
Tai was all that, too, but being surrounded by black clad figures really made me feel trapped by the testosterone.
They were nice, though.
After being introduced to the group and learning each of their names, I realized that they were just people. Intimidating people, but people nonetheless.
The bell at the front of the diner chimed, and I looked up in time to see a pink-faced Masen walking in, with Bowe at her back.
He had his hand on her back, guiding her inside, and he was talking low to her as he did.
She looked up, and her eyes widened.
I’m going to kill you, she mouthed.
I grinned.
So she liked his voice.
I knew she would.
Not that she had said why, exactly, she was going to kill me.
I could only assume.
And I was right, seconds later, as Masen grabbed my hand on the way to the bathroom.
“You bitch!” Masen said once the door closed. “You could’ve warned me that his voice was like an orgasm for my ears!”
Laughter bubbled up my throat, and I had to lean against the wall to keep from falling over at the hilarity of the situation.
“I’m sorry,” I said, wiping my eyes. “But it was too good not to surprise you with.”
Masen shivered. “You’ve got that right,” she said. “The man gives me tingles…in my vagina.”
I rolled my eyes and washed my hands, stepping back so she could do the same.
“So you like him?” I asked.
She shrugged.
“Yeah, I guess,” she said.
She was lying.
She liked him a lot.
But she wouldn’t admit it.
Because to admit it would mean that she’d actually have to put herself out there, and she was careful about doing that now that she’d finally gotten rid of her ex.
“Okay,” Masen said, grabbing five paper towels, drying her hands, and then moving them to her armpits to dry those as well. “Let’s do this. Do I look okay?”
I studied her outfit.
She was in jeans, a tight baby doll t-shirt that left very little to the imagination, and a pair of boots with rhinestones on them.
“Yeah,” I said. “You look great.”
“Okay,” she said, shaking her arms out. “Don’t laugh if I accidentally orgasm from the sound his voice.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re terrible.
Chapter 17
You know that look? The one your mother always gave you when you were in serious trouble? The way it made you feel when you heard your first, middle, and last name shouted by your enraged mother in “that” voice? Yeah, that’ll look like a pat on the hand compared to the one you’ll get if you look at that hoe’s boobs that close again.
-Note to self…bitches be crazy
Mia
An hour into our dinner, I was thinking that Masen and Bowe were really hitting it off and this could actually be really something.
“We should go out to the cabin,” Bowe said. “It’s empty, and we were going out there anyway on Sunday. If we just went a day early, then we could make a weekend out of it instead.”
I looked at Tai.
“Y’all were already going out there?” I teased.
I hadn’t heard that yet.
Then again, he didn’t answer to me.
He could go hang out with his buddies if he wanted to.
“Yeah,” Tai confirmed. “The whole B shift goes out there once a month for training exercises. The cabin is owned by the Chief, Allen.”
“Ahh,” I said. “They have enough room for us?”
I picked up a French fry and dipped it into the ranch sauce the waitress had been kind enough to bring me. Not just a small cup either, but a cereal bowl sized order of it.
I didn’t complain, but I did find it funny.