Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
…I hadn’t exactly given her all those details yet. As far as Cora knew, I lived with my boyfriend a little drive away from campus. She knew he was older, but she didn’t know he was that much older. And she certainly didn’t know there were two of them. I was trying to build up to that though.
This was college life for me. Yeah, it was a little different than most freshman college kids, I’ll admit that. No dorms. No lame keg parties at frat houses. No sweating it out at some part time barista job to pay for books. Trust me, having been on the other side of the tracks, I was well aware of how good I had it. And it wasn’t that I had no social life or anything — it’s not like Lincoln and Wilder “kept me” at the house away from all people. Though, if they had their way, I’m sure they’d want to personally vet any guy who so much as looked my way. But they knew there was nothing to worry about. I didn’t have eyes for anyone but them, and I never would.
…Hell, who the heck could possibly even compete with them?
I studied my ass off, but when I wasn’t, I was living a dream with the two of them. After the whole thing with Wilder’s sister and my dad, we’d all gotten even closer. So close in fact, that it was decided that Lincoln would move into Wilder’s place permanently. He put a hold on the construction over at his place, and instead, they ended up breaking ground to basically double the size of Wilders. It was an insane move, seeing as the house was basically already a freaking castle, but I think Lincoln put it best, even if he was joking.
“You, we can share. But I want my own bedroom from time to time, and I’m sure as fuck not sharing a bathroom with that guy.”
Fair enough.
Instead, they were turning what was going to be Lincoln’s place into a headquarters for their new business. No, no more soldiering for my two Marines. And besides, they already had all the money they need. No, the new venture was going to be coordinating with Veterans Affairs across the country to get vets with addiction problems stemming from PTSD the help, guidance, and support they needed.
I guess seeing how far from the drugs had taken his sister had sparked something in Wilder. And the two of them knew enough vets who were struggling that it just made sense.
As for Stephanie and my dad? Well, they did go back to the jails they’d broken out of. Okay, “broken out of” makes them sound a lot smarter than they actually are. What’d actually happened was that a maintenance worker left a door ajar at the minimum security holding jail where my dad had been kept, and he’d literally just walked out the door. He’d gone across the street and basically done just that to the women’s jail there where Stephanie was being held, and the two of them had gone on the run.
…Not exactly criminal masterminds.
But yeah, they went back to jail, and they’ll be there a little while. None of us pressed charges, even though we could have added kidnapping and extortion to their crimes. At the end of the day, they might have been shitty people, but addiction is a rough collar. They’ll serve their time for the pharmacy hold-up, and then they can go do whatever they want. But Lincoln, Wilder, and I will have nothing to do with them. Actually, there’s a lifetime restraining order for both of them by us, so, I doubt we’ll be seeing them again.
Suits me just fine.
“So, what are you doing tonight? Feel like coming over? Bottle of wine and a Gilmore Girls marathon?”
I grinned. “Very tempting, but I sadly have plans.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, right, with your mysterious old-man boyfriend.”
“Har har har.”
I poked her in the arm as she laughed.
“Seriously, when are you going to let me meet him?”
“Soon, I promise,” I shrugged. “And he’s not old, he’s just old-er.”
“And yet you won’t give any details about—”
“Thirty-seven.”
Cora turned, her brow shooting up.
“Well then!” She grinned wickedly. “Hot I assume?”
This time, it was my turn to grin. “Extremely.”
“Lucky.”
I blushed, feeling the smile creep across my face as we headed back to the parking lot.
“Alright, well enjoy your night with Mr. Mystery Man.”
Men.
“Thanks. Enjoy Gilmore Girls.”
She laughed. “Thanks for rubbing my singleness in.”
“You know, there’s also Professor Jameson. Good looking, older, and you did say he probably got off on punishment.” I winked. “Hey, it could be fun.”
This time it was Cora’s turn to blush.
“Okay, now I really want to meet your mystery man, because I think there’s a side to you I have no idea about.”