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)
Baylor’s mouth quirked. “I knew someone that knew someone. Good friend by the name of Jack helped me hack into the files. Got these people approved.”
“If that was the case, why didn’t you just have him hack into your files and get them to approve you?”
He grimaced. “Thought about it. But I caused such a stink in the beginning when I found out that I didn’t get him that everyone in that department knew my name by then. Would look kind of suspicious if they gave the dog to me after everyone who’d been involved told me no.”
I frowned.
That kind of…sucked.
Really, really hard.
“Why can’t you steal him away?” I blurted.
“Pongo has…issues. He has to be seen by a vet at least once a month, if not more than that. Something about him having too much blood in his body or something. That’s also the reason he retired.” He paused. “Once a month, he gets taken to the vet, and they drain off excess blood.”
“Well, that just…sucks.”
He grunted in agreement. “Sure, the fuck does.”
Chapter 9
If you tickle me, I won’t think it’s funny. I will, however, laugh when I punch you in the face.
-Words people don’t expect to hear when they’re tickling you
Baylor
“You’re sure you’re feeling up to it?”
I flipped my brother off.
He meant well. I knew that.
However, everyone was treating me like I was an invalid.
It’d been two weeks since the incident, and they were still acting like I’d nearly died.
In retrospect, I realized that I’d certainly felt like I was dying. However, actually dying probably hadn’t been in the cards for me.
Yet, here they were, still acting like I was a dainty little flower instead of a capable adult.
“Yes, Travis,” Hannah said. “Give him a freakin’ break.”
I grinned at Hannah and pulled her to my chest, giving her a hug.
“Don’t touch my wife.”
I let Hannah go, but not before I dropped a kiss on her cheek.
“For good luck,” I cooed at her.
My brother tried to punch me, but I danced away before he could so much as swing in my direction.
“You’re bad, Bay,” she teased.
I winked again and picked up my bat bag, tossing it carelessly over my shoulder as I headed to the dugout.
We were playing a friendly game of softball today.
The Hail Raisers and the Swamp Jockeys, another towing company from one county over, were rivals.
We had our annual softball game every single year, and every single year that I was home, I played.
Last year I’d been out, but this year, I was ready.
There was a man on the other team, his name was Sergio, who continuously kicked my ass.
This was my year, though. I could feel it.
Being in my own little world as I walked, I almost missed the legs.
Almost.
Those legs, though. They were hard to miss.
They’d been in my thoughts for a long time now, and I was getting to the point where I was almost desperate.
My eyes traveled up the legs that were stretched out on the bleacher in front of her, up to the same fucking pair of tiny jean shorts that I told her to never throw away, causing me to smile.
“You kept them.”
My eyes jerked up to the woman, who’d been deep in conversation with her friends, Hennessy and Krisney.
I grinned at that.
If there were two women in this entire place that she could’ve had, befriending them had practically assured that she’d be thrust into my space around every turn.
Hennessy being married to my best friend, and Krisney being my brother’s ‘not so ex’, meant that it was almost guaranteed that I’d see Lark.
I fucking loved it.
But, for some reason, it hadn’t occurred to me that she’d be here today.
“Yeah,” Lark said softly. “How are you?”
I’d just seen her that morning, but it felt like freakin’ weeks.
It’s like my eyes were thirsting for just a glance of her.
She had her hair piled on top of her head in a messy knot, and it definitely worked for her.
Her smile was small, but it was definitely there.
“I’m good, honey,” I said. “You here to watch the game?”
She nodded.
“Good.”
With that I kept moving, knowing that she was watching my ass as I walked away.
***
Lark
“What…” Krisney turned to me. “Was that?”
Before I could answer, Hennessy piped in. “That was hawwwwt.”
My brows rose. “It is pretty hot out here,” I tried to distract them. “I rode my bike to work today. When I got there, I had to go change clothes because everything was drenched. My underwear. My shirt. My bra. It was rather gross, if you ask me.”
“You know damn well I wasn’t talking about the weather,” Hennessy countered. “What was that?”
She gestured to the man walking away from us with a tilt of her chin.
Before I could reply, however, Tate Casey passed us, pulling on Hennessy’s ponytail as he passed.
“Hey!” Hennessy cried out. “What the crap?”