Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“When the fuck did you get all girly, girly with Posie?” Nolan swiftly investigates on a turning of his head.
“Is that a problem for you?” Our girlfriend good naturedly goads. “Worried she’s gonna tell me some dirty or embarrassing secret that The Kid hasn’t already?”
He tosses the remote on the counter beside him on mumbled, “Fuck, I am now.”
“I figured,” Bunny resumes talking to me with a victorious smirk, “that until you get one of your side business requests where you get to play with cars that look like toys, you might enjoy playing with a toy car.”
It’s impossible not to bashfully grin.
She’s so fucking perfect.
Like the Aston Martin BD5.
Bond had it.
I have her.
His car came with a shit ton of lifesaving tools.
But in my case?
She is the lifesaving tool.
The fact she’s sexy and smart and sweet and sassy and strong are just extra bells and whistles.
Kind of like his twin front mounted machine guns.
“You haven’t heard from Butler?” Nolan curiously questions, arm stretching out across the space behind me. “Or Big Mack?”
I shake my head prior to placing my controller down beside his. “I told ‘em I was on hiatus until further notice.”
“Perhaps now should be until further notice?” Bunny casually suggests, body swaying itself to be stationed directly in front of me. “We’re supposed to be ‘living life as normal’ to prove to Brad he’s not winning and to prove to ourselves that we don’t have to live in fear, which would mean you taking off-the-books gigs again, wouldn’t it?”
On one side of the vehicle, I hate hearing Garcia’s phrasing for the millionth fucking time.
I actually hate hearing his name practically every fucking day.
I hate that he seems to have a perma parking space in our lives.
But on the other side of the vehicle, I’m thankful.
He’s the reason the authorities rounded up all but one of the bounty hunters the day of November’s funeral.
He’s the reason they turned on one another and convinced those moronic detectives that one of them was responsible for the death of the one we know Nolan made disappear as well as the desecration of my mom’s grave – although her body is still MIA.
He’s also the reason those charges against Nolan were dropped, the ones regarding me in all aspects have been closed, and why we’re being given a check with more zeroes than I think necessary to cover the wrongful damages the shop went through.
Garcia is unfortunately necessary at this point in the road trip we call life.
Similar to GPS.
I just…really look forward to the day we can drive without him.
Rather than argue, I do my best to surrender with a smile. “I’ll think about it.”
“Mm,” Nolan lets his thumb lovingly stroke my side, “think harder.”
This time he’s shot an impish smirk. “I’d rather think harder about something else, Sir.”
“That ass need another pounding, you filthy little fuck?” He wolfishly steals a swipe of his lips. “You just had one when we were putting batteries in the controllers.”
Redness warms my cheeks as I guiltily glance at the ground.
Okay.
Bunny isn’t the only one whose engine rarely seems to turn off so much as idle.
“Is that what you two were doing upstairs while I was trying to decode the disaster you call your finances?” She lets her arms fold across my white t-shirt I usually use for off-the-book jobs that she likes lounging in. “Making more messes for me to clean up?”
“We cleaned that one up,” Nolan lightly chuckles.
I decide to test drive the new information by cautiously investigating, “Is Posie the only one in town who wants you to look at their shit?”
“For now. Annabelle heard about what I can do from Posie and wants to have a sit down.” A small indecisive wiggle of her tongue ring is executed. “And while I know the guy pretending to be getting married wasn’t actually Brad but one of his patsies meant to rattle us – thanks to that photo Jolene flashed us–”
“That guy looked like a shitty Lucas Black,” is thoughtlessly murmured from me.
“Who?” Nolan promptly ponders.
“Sean from The Fast & Furious franchise.”
“Of course,” my best friend grumbles in amusement. “Should’ve been my first guess.”
“It really should’ve.”
“Like I was saying…” Bunny reclaims the conversation. “Despite knowing that Brad hasn’t been spotted in town or at that property, I’m still not so sure I wanna interact with Annabelle or her company or Dolly Parton’s nemesis until Zero can one hundred and ten percent confirm they aren’t knowingly involved with Brad in any capacity.” Thankfully, another sprightly expression is flashed. “Please, tell me you didn’t sleep through music class that day and totally understand the reference I just made, Kid.”
“You seriously askin’ me if I’ve heard of the First Lady of Country Music?”
“Whoa. Whoa. Whoa,” Nolan unexpectedly mutters, playful offense piercing his tone. “Don’t go throwin’ that title around like you know shit. Dolly is one of the greats, but I don’t know if she is the great.”