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)
His capability to indirectly get to us through a seemingly innocent third party – Butler was thoroughly investigated by the town cops and Garcia’s team – has resulted in me taking on minimal amounts of new customers, with those that I do literally brought to me by Nolan who then sticks around to guarantee there’s not some fucked up ulterior motive to the shit.
It’s our inability to predict the danger that’s led me to keeping a gun in my favorite toolbox.
And why the sheriff hosted a town meeting about the threat McAdams poses prior to assigning a plain clothes officer to scan the garage every day, unannounced; although that measure, I could do without.
I miss banging Bunny over the hood of cars that weren’t ours.
I’m trying not to worry that it may never happen again.
I mean we haven’t experienced even a warning light’s worth of danger since she made that phone call, but I doubt we have much longer before he makes his next move.
He’s unfortunately like my favorite franchise in that aspect.
No matter what he says, there’s definitely going to be another sequel to the shit.
“Where is the cheese?” I curiously investigate, noticing that there isn’t anything on the counter but his keys.
“Downstairs.” An almost boyish beam pops onto his face. “With your Christmas gift.”
Paganihavefuckingmercy.
Can’t believe we’re already getting close to Christmas.
I swear Bunny was just stubbornly sleeping in the backseat of her busted car two weeks ago.
I love that she let us sell that shit when she decided to permanently park herself with us.
We had her put the money away for when she’s ready for her next vehicle, which we will accompany her in buying to avoid that fuck her over ‘cause she’s a pretty face shit.
Lifting my eyebrows in question instantly occurs. “To have early?”
“Absolutely.” Seeing him push his shoulders back in pride undeniably revs my heart to faster speeds. “You’re gonna fuckin’ love it.”
“Likely.” It’s my turn to bashfully blush. “No one knows me quite like you do, Sir.”
“Fuckme,” Nolan gravelly grumbles on an adjustment of his cock. “Don’t you start cock teasing too.”
Additional laughter bounces around the kitchen as I help our girl down to her feet.
Shit.
What am I gonna get them?!
Should I already have gotten them something?!
I’ve never had to get my girlfriend or boyfriend or both at the same time anything for Christmas.
Are there special rules?
Should I ask someone for advice?
Who would I ever ask?
Typically, it’d be Nolan, but given the circumstances I need an outside hand.
Do I just Google it?
“And since we’re talking about Christmas…” Nolan leads the conversation along with the stroll to the front door. “How would you two feel about having dinner at the Garcias that night?”
Against my own volition my body stops mid step yet – thankfully – my mouth remains sealed shut.
Is this a fucking joke?!
Do I wanna spend our first Christmas together as…a couple…thrupple…whatever…with the asshole I’m still struggling to accept knows the love of my life apparently better than I do?
No.
That doesn’t sound like a jolly St. Nick sort of time.
That sounds like a “Grandma Got Runover by An Eighteen-Wheeler She Mistook for a Pack of Reindeer” round of fucked up.
“His parents invited us over,” he swiftly explains, hand wrapped around the handle. “And with Rabbit and Val becoming friends, I thought it might be a good idea.” His shoulders nonchalantly bounce. “Plus, I uh…I kind of wanna introduce them to you both.” Nolan’s gaze oscillates between us. “Have them…get to…meet the most important people to me.” The nervous quiver in his tone is subtle. But there. “The…other…parents to their…honorary grandchild.”
To my surprise, our girl coos, “Aw…our little gets to have grandparents?!”
“They do,” Nolan warmly concurs. “In fact, they’ve already started fucking shopping for it.”
It’s my turn to have adoration in my voice. “Seriously?”
“It and you.” Our eyes lock. “According to them you are due several gifts for me not bringing you by sooner.” The corner of his lip kicks upward. “Assuming I get to bring you by now.” Transitioning into impossible to say no territory immediately happens next. “And if not, they understand. And I uh…I understand. I just…” He clears his throat to buy himself a moment. “You wanna know that part of me that you don’t and um…I want you to too, Kid.”
Bunny’s fingertips flexing against mine in encouragement prompt me to affectionally nod. “Yeah.” I swallow the tiny bit of lingering resistance. “We can have Christmas dinner with them.”
Seeing his dark gaze brighten in excitement gets my system purring again. “I’ll let ‘em know.”
“And I’ll do the shopping!” Bunny enthusiastically exclaims. “You two can hardly be trusted to buy shit for me let alone other non-car people.”
“That’s why we have you,” Nolan pokes upon opening the door.
“You have me because you needed money, and I needed a tow.”
“I didn’t need money, but you definitely needed a tow.”