Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
I just shook my head in shock.
“I don’t even know what to say,” I repeated my earlier thoughts. “How the hell…”
Travis was just as dumbfounded as I was.
“To make matters worse, he blocked his number so I couldn’t call him back.”
“Holy shit.”
Holy shit was right.
Dante had a kid out there.
Speaking of kids, I looked over to the living room where I’d seen out of the corner of my eye, Travis and Hannah’s child swinging in his swing in the corner of the room.
“Y’all’s kids are going to be close in age.”
Travis grunted. “Less than a year. I don’t really know anything more than that. I tried calling Tobias, but each time I did, he sent it to voicemail. Either he’s at work, or he’s ignoring me.”
“Probably at work,” I muttered absently. “Tobias is pretty good about answering his phone, and he wouldn’t ignore us after telling Dante something like that.”
At least, I hoped not.
My phone in my pocket started ringing. I pulled it out and glanced at the screen, silencing it without answering the call.
“Gotta go,” I muttered as I gingerly stood up. “Got a repo for the bank.”
“Harold?”
I curled my lip. “Harold.”
As I exited their house a couple minutes later, three pieces of bacon in one hand, and a disposable cup of coffee in the other, I came to a sudden halt when I saw the woman outside getting ready to mow her lawn.
She wasn’t in jeans today.
No, she was in fucking Spandex.
Spandex.
Spandex that was pink, stretchy, and clung to her unlike anything I’d ever seen before.
The closest thing I could compare it to was fucking saran wrap.
“So, what are today’s panties?” I asked, my filter all but gone.
This woman had the power to unman me.
She grinned and said, “I’d have to take another testicle shot at you with my button for you to find out.”
I was pretty sure it’d be worth it.
“Come on,” I said. “My ball is still throbbing if that counts.”
It was, too. Each step I took caused a sharp pain to shoot up into my belly.
I’d never felt something so debilitating in my life, and I’d been hit by a goddamn car.
She immediately reddened at my words.
“If you have to know,” she blushed seven shades of red, “they say ‘Sour Puss’ on them. Happy?”
My grin was slow as it took over my face. “Sure am.”
She rolled her eyes and looked away.
“Do you live on this street?”
I shook my head and pointed to the house that was three down from hers. “That’s my brother’s place.”
Understanding dawned.
“The tow truck.” She snapped her fingers as if she was let in on a secret. “I’ve always wondered if he was the owner, or if he was just special enough to take his truck home,” she commented.
I shrugged. “All of the employees take them home, honestly. The only way they don’t is if they’re still in the probationary period, but everyone that’s working for us right now is off probation.”
“Why?”
“Why what?” I countered.
“Why do they take them home?”
I shrugged again. “It’s easier to have them with us, that way when we get a call after hours, we don’t have to go to the shop before we run it.”
“Ahhh,” she murmured. “That makes sense, I guess. Why would someone be on probation?”
“If they’re new hires or if they’ve done something stupid like lose a car on the interstate.”
She snorted. “That doesn’t actually happen, does it?”
I grinned. “More than you’d think.”
She leaned her hip against the lawn mower almost out of instinct as she started to laugh.
However, the lawn mower started to roll, and she began to fall.
Doing my manly duty, and my manly duty only, I lurched forward, ignoring the twinge in my balls, and caught her before her ass could kiss the ground.
She gasped when I pulled her in line with my body, and her hands went to my chest.
“That was close,” she gasped. “You’re fast.”
I let her go and stepped away, and my knee nearly gave out.
“Goddamn,” I groaned as I doubled over.
She bent down with me, but my eyes were squeezed shut as I tried to breathe through the pain in my ball—which had trumped the pain in my knee.
I really thought that I might die.
Chapter 7
I have three hairstyles. Straight, semi-curly, and homeless.
-Lark’s secret thoughts
Lark
Could a man die from being hit in the balls?
I found out that although they may not die, they could be really hurt.
“It’s called testicular torsion,” The doctor explained to the man whose face was as white as a sheet. “Testicular torsion is when the testis become twisted, causing blood flow to be cut off to the scrotum.”
I paled as the blood left my face.
“It’s not normally something that happens in adult men, though.” He paused. “Unless you’re already predisposed to having it happen. There’s a condition called ‘Bell Clapper Syndrome’ that essentially means that your testis move more freely than normal. If, say, like in your case, you were hit with something like a button to the testicle, then the extra movement could cause the testicular torsion.”