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)
I’d been asking her for more all night. And she’d thought she’d be funny by bringing me more than enough.
Bitch.
It also didn’t help that I knew she had the hots for Tai.
And that Tai had had his dick in her.
Tai, I assumed, didn’t know that I knew.
Otherwise he’d be trying to do some damage control.
Women know, though.
They know when they’re in the presence of a woman who’s fucked their man.
I knew that Tai wasn’t a choirboy when we’d met.
He was a hot, sexy, twenty-eight-year-old man.
He was in the prime of his life, so it shouldn’t have come to any surprise to me that I’d eventually bump into one of his castoffs.
But it did.
And it hurt.
But just as suddenly as those feelings came, they left.
He put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side, and pressed his lips onto my forehead in a natural, effortless way.
The waitress gave me the evil eye, and I made a mental note to check my desert later to be sure that I didn’t have anything unwanted in it.
“That sounds good to me, but if you invite the women, then Fatbaby’s wife will want to go, too,” Tai said.
I grimaced.
As did Bowe.
Masen look confused.
“What’s wrong with her?” Masen asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Fatbaby’s wife is a jealous, catty bitch,” Tai explained. “She’s also the woman responsible for leaking all the stories lately on all the calls we’ve had. Not to mention Fatbaby could possibly get fired for sharing that information with her in the first place.”
I bit my lip.
That I hadn’t heard.
How terrible.
Something shared between spouses went without saying that it stayed confidential between the two of you.
It just seemed crazy to me that she’d be so callous with his trust.
Jesus.
“Well, let’s just worry about that later,” I said, my eyes narrowing as the plate with the large piece of cake came out that Tai and I were sharing.
She handed a fork to Tai but conveniently forgot the second one that we’d asked for.
“Rude,” I muttered, taking the fork from Tai and inspecting the cake.
“What are you doing?” Tai asked warily.
“Making sure your ex-bang buddy didn’t spit in it,” I explained.
Tai froze.
“What?” He asked carefully.
I turned only my face to him and raised my eyebrow.
“You heard me,” I said, narrowing my eyes.
He held his hand up to me. “I think this is something we should discuss later. But if you’re worried about the cake, we can send it back.”
I shook my head. “No, it’s okay. I don’t see anything, and I doubt that she’d do that to you.”
He wisely shut his mouth and didn’t utter another word unless it was to offer me more cake.
I, of course, took the cake.
That was what any sane woman would do…right?
Chapter 18
A real woman makes your dick hard, not your life.
-Note to self
Tai
I walked into the station only wanting to hear whether or not Luke had heard anything about Edwin or the Jenner Bitch, but got a job offer instead.
“So, I got to thinking… I really wouldn’t mind having you on the team if you’re interested,” Luke said, handing me a folder.
“What makes you think I can shoot?” I asked, taking the folder without looking at its contents. “And I don’t have any of the training you’re looking for.”
He gave me a look that clearly said, ‘do you think I’m stupid,’ and I laughed.
“Alright, man. I’ll think on it. When do you need my answer by?” I asked.
He looked at his watch.
“Tomorrow. That’s when we’re having tryouts…and I wouldn’t mind adding a man I know the boys will get along with,” Luke said. “You’ll have to be put through the academy to get your peace officer’s license; that’ll take about three months. The majority of it will be online, and you’ll have about four other paramedics going through it with you, so feel free to study together.”
I nodded in understanding. I wouldn’t mind getting the extra certification to become a peace officer. I only had to add the police academy to my firefighter and EMT certificates.
“This isn’t full time, right? Because I’m not leaving my job as a firefighter. I love it too much,” I said.
He shook his head.
“I’m expecting PD, Bowe, Drew and Fatbaby to apply as well,” he explained. “So you’ll be on call probably once a week. You’ll be expected to participate in any SWAT situational training with the team, but that shouldn’t be too hard for y’all. Especially since y’all have to pass the fire department’s physical requirement test once a year.”
I understood that.
Kilgore Fire Department’s physical agility test was one of the hardest in the state, and I really wasn’t sure why.
We were small-time compared to Dallas or Houston.
Yet, if I could pass the KFD’s agility test, I’d pass KPD’s.
And Luke knew it.
“Alright,” I said. “Do I need to come in and take this test with the rest of them?”