Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
“Did she mention vampires?” Dev asked, hoping to hide his grin from his tone. His heart was instantly relieved, calming from the thundering only seconds ago. His first born had noticed him so much that she wanted to be like him. Wow. Pride swelled. “She’s been readin’ about vampires and werewolves?”
“Are they age-appropriate books?” she asked.
His brows snapped into a hard V as he lifted his face to the warm sun. What a dumb question. How the fuck did he know? It was such a dumb thing to ask him, he told her straight up how he felt. “How the fuck do I know what she can read? You’re the fuckin’ teacher.”
Silence ensued between them, drawing a grin from him.
“Listen, tell me what you want me to do and be exact because I’m gonna do what you say. That’s as long as I don’t have to get her in trouble. I agree she should be more careful of her words, but she’s a really good kid. Just takes after her old man with the language and all. We’ll work on it.”
=♥=
The gentle ache in his ass was the entire reason Cash had kept the harder office chair instead of switching to something more comfortable. He loved the little reminders of his sex with Dev. Today being more meaningful than any other time before.
His eyelids slid closed as thoughts of Dev raced through his mind while making sure he kept one ear actively listening to Joe. Dev was such a distraction. He never had to worry about monotony again. Not with Dev. His devil was the perfect amount of chaos to add excitement to his life.
Sometimes salty, sometimes sweet, always spicy.
The problem with today was that this morning was too damn good. More than the feel of his skin against Dev’s, their chemistry was off the charts. They were so right together, getting better and better all the time. He had no doubt they would last. He felt it in his bones. Cash let go of a sigh, tilting his head, remembering Dev’s sweet uncertainty as he fought to wear the condom.
“You’re not listening. Jeez, Cash, this is important,” Joe said, accusingly. His eyes popped open to see Joe’s frustrated expression staring at him.
“You found the accounting firm the club uses. You were about to give me their name,” he said in instant recall.
“Close,” Joe said in such a way to say he was way off base. “I told you the name. They use Pruitt, Pruitt, and Goldman. And you’re flushed. Are you blushing? Because you need to focus. We’re close…”
Cash cut Joe off, lifting his fingers to his cheeks, feeling the warmth, “Pruitt, Pruitt and Goldman sounds like a law firm.”
“Right. They are. They specialize in large corporate firms. They’re badass and have a big reputation. They consistently win against the revenue service. Certainly not the kind of firm who files income taxes for the five or six small businesses that the club owns,” Joe said and pushed back in his chair as he asked the question that always got them bouncing ideas off each other. “So why do they work with them?”
“I don’t know.” Out of all the answers he suspected about Dev’s taxes, he never… Wait. “The firm gives the club’s accounting credibility. That’s obvious.”
Joe rose from his seat and walked around the table in thought mode. He snapped his fingers, pointing at Cash. “Probably they’re the reason why no one from our side has delved too far down the taxes rabbit hole. The Pruitt’s don’t play. They’ll eat us up if we go at it wrong. Make a spectacle of the whole thing.”
Cash turned his body in Joe’s direction as he went into the kitchen. “So that means someone from Pruitt’s most likely involved? What’re they getting for the trouble? Drugs? Money? What?”
Even then it didn’t make sense. Why would such a prestigious firm rub elbows with an outlaw biker club?
“I don’t know,” Joe finally said, sounding as confused as Cash was. He opened the refrigerator door, glancing back at Cash. “If those are the reasons why, then the case got a whole lot more difficult. They’ll keep the government locked in court forever. Our grandkids won’t see justice. Maybe that’s why those bikers are so arrogant? They have a shield.”
“But how the case plays out isn’t our deal,” Cash said, pushing back in his seat and standing. He worked on tucking his dress shirt into his slacks properly. “If we can get a good lead, maybe it’ll stop the bleed of money. Maybe that’s enough. The club can do and be whatever it is, and we’re done.”
“I guess,” Joe said, brow wrinkled, clearly not on Cash’s same wavelength. He turned toward the contents of the refrigerator. “We don’t have any food. You’re slacking on the grocery runs.” He sent the refrigerator door flying shut as if that were his final straw. In the same dramatic flair, Joe pulled open the freezer. “We have ice and these smoothie cups and nothing else. I’m starving.”