Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
My dad rolled his eyes. “I’m not actually talking to you because you’re my daughter. I’m talking to you because I agree with this lady right here.” He pointed at the lady that’d gone back to her meal, completely ignoring us and everyone else in the restaurant, instead focusing on her cheesecake. “But it’s hilarious you think I care.”
I knew he cared.
I knew that I bothered him on a daily basis.
Why else would he go to such great lengths to control my life?
Wake stood up and helped Dutch out of her chair.
He threw down four hundred-dollar bills, which likely would go way over what we spent, and held his hand out for his wife.
She took it, and the two of them walked in front of my dad, blocking our view of each other.
Something was said between Wake and my father, and when Aodhan stood and made his way toward the door, it was with me on his back.
I didn’t look back to see if my father was watching.
I also didn’t look forward.
I pressed my face against Aodhan’s neck and breathed him in, completely ignoring everyone and everything as we made our way out to the parking lot.
He placed me on the back of his bike sideways before he reached for his bouquet, then he attached it to his bike.
Folsom followed behind me, her face buried in her phone.
When she arrived at my side, she did it bumping into Kobe.
She snarled at him, lifting her nose and baring her teeth. “Watch where you’re walking.”
I placed my hand over my mouth to hide the laughter as he looked at her like she’d gone crazy.
She dismissed him, then walked up to me and sat on Aodhan’s bike next to me, barely fitting but uncaring as she did.
I looked over at her phone to see her fingers flying, and the screen displaying a bunch of zeros and ones. Code.
“What are you doing?” I whispered at her as the group of people gathered around the seven bikes in the parking lot.
“Giving your dad the same virus that I gave to the district attorney,” she grumbled. “I know that he doesn’t get on his computer much, because it’s too modern of an advancement for him, but when he gets on to pay his bills next month, he’ll have to take it into the shop because he can’t use it. Which will inconvenience him.”
I smiled.
Only my friend.
My eyes wandered past Aodhan’s big body, and where he was securely attaching my gift to a cranny on his bike that looked like it might not catch much wind, and studied the parking lot.
My dad’s old beat-up pickup was parked a few rows over, and a few rows over from that, there was one single car in the distance that caught my attention. But before I could study it too hard, it backed out of its parking space and left the parking lot.
“What’s got you frowning like that?” Aodhan’s finger caught my chin, turning my face so that I was staring up into his eyes.
“I was just looking at that car.” I nodded toward said car. “How much longer do you have until you have to leave for your overnight trip?”
He looked at his watch, dropping his hand. “An hour and a half. I have to go home, shower, grab dinner, talk to Bowie and go.”
I started to lift myself off his bike, but he caught me up, only putting me down again when I was in front of my car.
He took the keys from my hand, unlocked my car, and then handed them to me.
I took them, leaned up on my toes, and kissed the hell out of him.
It wasn’t a chaste kiss, either. It was a “I wish we had a lot more time to do what I want” kind of kiss.
When he pulled back, his eyes were partially glazed.
“Could you spare maybe ten minutes?” I teased.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “I wish I could. But from what I understand, you brought Folsom here.”
My smile widened. “We could always ask one of the boys to take her back. Make use of the ten minutes it’ll take her to get back.”
He backed away, looked at his watch, and cursed. “I’ll meet you at home.”
CHAPTER 20
My personal style is better described as “didn’t expect to get out of the car.”
-Text from Morrigan to Aodhan
AODHAN
She beat me home. Only by enough time for her to get out of her car and run inside, though.
When I followed behind her, happy to find the door locked even in the short time that she’d been there, I headed straight for my bedroom.
I pulled my t-shirt off over my head and was working on my jeans right around the time that I rounded the corner into my bedroom.
I found her in the bathroom, shower running, a grin on her face.