Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 134788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
“Babe …” He broke off at her dark look. “Killyama, they love you. We could compromise. Stay one week at The Last Riders’ compound, and then we can stay at your apartment the next week. We can take turns.”
“I’m not leaving my cat alone for a week.”
“There’s a large bedroom with its own bathroom where Lucky and Willa lived in until their house was built. It’s empty. Viper would let me have that room if I wanted it.”
“I could meet up with Sex Piston the week I live with you and drive in to Jamestown to meet up with Hammer and Jonas when I need to?” Killyama asked, hope brimming in her chest.
“Yes.”
His fake acceptance had her grinning. “You’re not going to bitch about me bounty hunting?”
“No, but when we get married, and you get pregnant, it stops.”
“Deal.” She turned his hand, shaking it hard.
“Don’t think I don’t know you accepted that deal because you never plan to marry me and have kids.”
“Doesn’t matter. A deal’s a deal. Now let me out of this hell hole.”
Train laughed. “Knox would be offended if he heard you call his cell a hell hole.”
“He’ll be lucky if I don’t sue his ass. I still might when he gives me my purse back, and I get my cell phone. I’m calling Diamond. Fucker said I littered with malice. Number one: it was his cup. Number two: he was the one who dropped it, so he was the one who was littering.”
“Killyama, you should have gone into politics.”
“I know, right? I might need to go to law school so I can put bastards like him away for good.” She pointed at the poster on the wall.
Train stared at the wanted posters, a frown furrowing his forehead. “What’s he wanted for?”
“For being ugly.”
He laughed. “You ever fuck in a jail cell?”
“No, and I’m not going to tonight. I’ve got to go—”
“I thought you would want to be with me tonight?” Train tried to kiss her.
“Not tonight. I gave Sex Piston forty-five dollars to buy dinner for me.”
Train placed his hand on the door so she couldn’t open it.
“Lover, I know you missed me, but I’m hungry, and I’ve already paid for it.”
“Don’t be mad. Remember, we just got back together.”
Damn, the fucker was cute when he was afraid of her anger.
“It was Sex Piston’s idea … how to get you to talk to me,” he confessed, searching her eyes to see if she was mad.
“Is King’s still open?”
“Yes.” His eyes started twinkling.
“I guess you’re taking me to dinner. You can buy me that big-ass T-bone steak on his menu. And you’re getting back my forty-five dollars from Sex Piston.”
“It’d be easier for me to give you the money back myself.”
“Lover, if that works for you, that’s fine, as long as it ends up in my purse.”
Train left the bathroom with a towel wrapped about his hips. He would ask Viper in the morning if he could take Shade’s old bedroom, looking forward to the large shower that was down there, already anticipating many memorable showers.
He had wanted them to take that shower when they came back from King’s, but she hadn’t wanted to. Train thought she had wanted time to herself to call her mother who was still staying with Gavin.
Worried about her changing her mind if he left her alone too long, he opened the door to see her sitting on his bed. She was wearing one of his few white T-shirts. It was large on her, but he could still see the long length of her legs. She was brushing her shoulder-length hair.
He loved her curly hair. The dark mahogany gleamed in the glow of the lamp.
When he closed the door, she stopped brushing her hair, holding the brush loosely in her hand. She wrapped her arms around her knees, a swathe of hair covering the curve of her cheek.
“I have a confession to make.”
Train moved closer to the bottom of the bed. “What is it?”
“I had already made up my mind to drive to the clubhouse and see you after I left the church store.”
“Were you?” Train stared tenderly at the woman he loved more than life.
“Yes. I was going to be all romantic and shit, too.”
“Really? I’m sorry I missed that.”
Train threw his towel into the hamper in the corner of his bedroom, sitting down on the side of the bed behind her where he brushed her hair away from her face. She rubbed her cheek against the palm of his hand, but still wouldn’t turn around to face him.
“Next time we get in a fight, I promise I will let you be the one to make up.”
“I have something for you.” She shifted slightly, reaching for her purse. “Close your eyes.”
Train immediately obeyed, hearing the snap of her purse as she opened it.