Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 153268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 766(@200wpm)___ 613(@250wpm)___ 511(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 766(@200wpm)___ 613(@250wpm)___ 511(@300wpm)
“So…” Kieran clucked his tongue, looking between us. Uh-huh. What was he going to do next? Tell us that the night was dark? Winter was cold? Cats were superior to dogs? “My car’s parked right here, in case you need a ride.” He motioned toward a gunmetal Maybach.
“My feet thank you, good sir.” Dylan patted his back, already strutting toward his car. Mom followed her, and Kieran unlocked the car so they could slide in and wait in the warmth.
“Thank you, Kieran. How lovely of you to offer.” Mom rearranged the thick, silky scarf on her neck as she slid in.
Cal looked between me and him, and for a moment I had the idiotic hope she was going to choose to stay here with me and figure out my truck shit.
“Row, are you coming?” Cal asked.
“No,” I said stiffly. “You go.”
She tilted her chin up, squinting at the sky. “Gonna rain soon.”
“I ain’t made out of sugar.”
“Don’t I know it.” A tired smile twisted her pink lips. “Cyanide, maybe. Don’t be so stubborn. Come.”
“I’m good.”
She shook her head, throwing me a frustrated look. “I swear, your ego is the most giant thing I’ve seen.”
“That’s not true, and we both know it.”
That made her blush down to her toes. Her face was so pink, she looked sunburned.
“See you at work tomorrow?” She bit at the side of her thumb.
“Unfortunately.” Fuck. No more rides together. I should not feel as disappointed as I did. I hated our rides together. Spent the majority of them lecturing her.
“Okay. So…bye?” she squeaked.
“Bye.”
I kept my back to Kieran’s Maybach as I called my insurance. Maybe the bastard was reformed after all, but it didn’t matter either way.
Nice guys didn’t always finish last.
But if this specific one wasn’t careful, he’d end up in my trunk.
ROW
oBITCHuary: Okay, I have a confession to make.
McMonster: If it can end up with a criminal charge, I’d rather not know.
oBITCHuary: I’m starting to have feelings.
McMonster: What kind of feelings?
oBITCHuary: Horny ones.
McMonster is typing…
McMonster is deleting…
McMonster is typing…
McMonster is deleting…
oBITCHuary: Are you okay?
oBITCHuary: It’s been twenty minutes and I can see that you’re online.
McMonster: Sorry, had to go scream into a pillow.
McMonster: Anyone specific that makes you horny, or is it just general horniness?
oBITCHuary: My not-so-nice dick of a boss.
oBITCHuary: Who also happens to have a VERY nice dick.
McMonster: The plot thickens.
oBITCHuary: Not just the plot.
oBITCHuary: Sorry, I’ll stop. No straight guy wants to hear about some other dude’s penis.
McMonster: So what are you planning to do about it?
oBITCHuary: Nothing! He’s my best friend’s brother and pretty horrific most of the time.
oBITCHuary: Plus, I really like you.
McMonster: I really like you too.
McMonster: I should really tell you that something.
oBITCHuary: Tomorrow, okay? Promise. I’m pooped. Good night, Mac.
McMonster: Good night, Bitchy.
ROW
“Ugh, this is so good my mouth just orgasmed.” Dylan threw her head back, closing her eyes. “What did you put in this?”
“Peas, salmon, risotto, my entire fucking soul.” I sat across from her in my mother’s kitchen, sorting out a Rubik’s Cube.
“Your soul? I can’t eat anything raw, dude. What the fuck?” Her plate of asparagus risotto in pea sauce and honey-glazed salmon was balanced over her huge stomach, which served as a table. She was mid-bite, the green sauce dripping down her chin. “Your soul is perpetually bleeding. I can’t have that.”
I didn’t look up from the cube, an unlit cigarette tucked in the corner of my mouth. “You’re extremely funny. Pissing my pants here.”
“Mooooooooom.” Dylan cupped her mouth. “Row said a bad word.”
“Row, give your sister fifty bucks,” Mom called from her bedroom.
I pinned Dylan with a glare. “It used to be a dollar.”
Dylan shrugged. “Inflation, baby. Besides, you can afford it.”
“How’s Tuck doing?” I changed the subject. Dylan didn’t want to accept my gift in the form of a house I’d built for her. She thought it was too much and didn’t want to be a charity case. Truth was, she wasn’t. It was a way to calm my raging guilt for leaving her and Mom behind.
“Not sure. He stopped calling since I never pick up.” She dragged her finger along the sauce on the plate, sucking it. “And I never pick up because he’s a jerk.”
“Why the shit are you marrying the man, then?” I tossed the sorted cube on the table. It never took me more than a minute to solve.
She stood up, carrying her plate to the sink to wash it. I made a move to help her, but she shook her head. “Absolutely not. If you don’t let me do something around here, I’ll go mad. I think I’m halfway there already.”
She squirted enough soap to bathe a baby whale and began washing the plate. “You and I both know why I’m marrying him: Mom. I’m already a huge disappointment—no, don’t give me that look, I know I am. No college, no prospects, a baby out of wedlock. The least I can do for my child is marry her father.”