Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
-T-shirt
Tommy
“Got your boat here if you want it,” Truth called into the phone.
I shook my head. “No,” I murmured. “I gotta run by the house while I still can.” I looked up at the still gray sky and wanted to curse. “The water’s gone down, but if we get any more rain at all, I’m going to be stuck there.”
“It’s not done. You won’t have running toilets or water.”
I grunted.
“They’re supposed to get out there today with the toilets,” I disagreed. “And I’m going to throw a goddamned fit if they don’t.”
Truth grunted. “Good luck with that.”
I wanted to throat punch him.
I didn’t need any more negativity in my life. I had enough of my own when it came to the house I was building; I didn’t need any of his.
“Hold on to the boat. Take it to the clubhouse and I’ll pick it up in a couple of hours. I have to go check out the floors and make sure they didn’t fuck anything up,” I murmured as I walked to my bike.
I stopped when I saw Tally standing there, her daughter on one hip. Both of them stared at me, and I had a little hitch in my throat when I saw the two of them.
“Okay,” Truth hung up without another word, making my head shake involuntarily at his abruptness.
I should be used to it by now. Truth and I had entered the Dixie Wardens two months apart, and we’d been patched in as members at the same time. I knew him better than anyone knew him, and sadly that still wasn’t anywhere near as much as I knew everyone else.
“Who do you have there, Tally?” I asked, smiling down at the two ladies.
Tally smiled, as she bounced her hip lightly as she gestured to me.
“Tallulah, can you say hi to Dr. Tommy?” she encouraged the young girl.
Tallulah was a gorgeous child and was the epitome of adorable.
She also looked nothing like Tally.
Tally’s green eyes obviously weren’t dominant, because Tallulah’s baby blues were bright and focused on my face.
Her hair was the cutest thing I’d ever seen, as well.
She had tight blonde curls that circled haphazardly around her face.
And her skin was tanned and freckle free.
She was wearing a black t-shirt that said, “Out of my way, I’ve got my sassy pants on today.”
Paired with that sparkly black shirt with pink lettering was a set of hot pink tights that clung to her fat little baby legs, making me want to squeeze her thighs.
“Ba!”
Tallulah’s voice was so adorable that a grin spread across my lips before the entire word had left her lips.
“Hello,” I called, offering the little girl my hand.
She placed her entire hand in the palm of mine, and I fell.
Hopelessly and irrevocably in love with her.
“What’s going on?” I asked her, smiling brightly.
Tallulah’s eyes were intent.
“As da!” she cried, smacking my hand.
I looked down to see her dimpled hand touching one of my tattoos, and smiled.
“Tattoo,” I said.
She drooled, and I grinned.
“That a girl,” I cooed, offering my hand for a high-five, which she took.
“She’s got you,” Tally snickered. “I was wondering if you wanted to go to breakfast to discuss whatever we were supposed to at lunch the other day…but never got around to.”
I looked away from Tallulah and to her mother.
“I can’t,” I apologized. “I have to go meet my floor people before they leave, and drop a check off for this week’s draw.” I held out my hand when Tallulah reached for it. “Unless you want to wait forty-five minutes, and let me run by the house and change. You can meet me at my place, and we can go from there.”
I indicated my shirt with my hand, and snorted.
“I need to do that, too,” she agreed. “Mom and I switched off when she went in,” she indicated her daughter with a jostle of her hip. Causing the little imp to giggle. “I could just go get her some donuts, drop her off at daycare, and meet you at your house—we can ride together. You did promise to show me your ass last night, after all.”
I snorted.
Last night we’d gotten into a discussion about my goats and donkey, and she’d expressed interest in seeing them.
Though, I definitely remember Tallulah being mentioned in that ‘meeting’ part. Not just her.
Did I call her on that, though? Nope.
“You’re taking her to school?” I asked.
She nodded. “I’m required to take her whether I’m working or not, or I lose my state funding that helps me pay for her schooling,” she grimaced. “It sucks, because I wasn’t planning on taking her on my days off, which aren’t that copious in the first place, but they won’t let me. They’ve given me absolutely no choice.”
I snorted. “My sister was on that,” I told her. “If you are there for four hours, they count them as there. I know that only because I used to pester the lady that watched my sister’s kids.”