Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“Micah.” Trance whispered into my ear, tickling my neck and ear with his breath.
I winked at him and returned my attention to Sloan, who came bustling in the room on the heels of Radar. When she got close enough, Micah snuck an arm out and wrapped it around her waist, stopping her before she could make it around the counter.
“Oh, you look even prettier today than you did yesterday. Thank you so much for letting me walk you down the aisle.” She gushed.
My eyes widened and I looked over to Trance who was just as surprised as I was. “Uh, ma... we don’t really remember what happened yesterday.”
She looked astounded at that announcement. “Had you been drinking? You seemed like you were of perfectly sound mind to me. Micah, oh no, they regret it!”
By the time she was done with her tirade, she was wringing her hands and looking quite a bit upset. Her face looked crestfallen, and she was on the verge of tears.
“We don’t regret it, ma. It would’ve happened sooner or later, in any case. It was just a surprise. Did you take pictures?”
“Oh yes, you got the deluxe package. The one that came with matching tattoos.” She beamed. “I’ll go get those now.”
“So...” Micah started. “When do I get grandchildren?”
***
I don’t know what made me check. Call it intuition. Call it a sixth sense. Call me curious.
But after the third and final trashcan, a peek under the bed, behind the bed, on the couch, under the couch, and nearly every other hidden surface where things could hide, I was officially worried.
“What are you doing?” Trance finally asked as I walked in front of the TV for the fifth time.
I turned to him, startled that he’d actually noticed me, and froze.
His eyes narrowed on my fish expression, and he sat up from his lounge on the bed. “What?”
I shook my head. “I can’t find the evidence.”
“The evidence of what?” he asked in exasperation.
“Of...of our...love fest.” I stuttered out.
His eyebrows rose as I said the words, and then a mocking grin tilted up the corner of his mouth. “Why do you think we had a...love fest?” He asked, emphasizing the last two words as if they were some dirty obscenity.
“It hurts.” I explained patiently.
“What hurts?”
Oh my God I was going to slap him. He knew exactly what hurt.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I glared at him when I said, “My vagina.”
“So it’s a little bit sore...or a lot sore?” He teased.
My eyes narrowed, and I threw the closest thing I could at him, which happened to be a snow globe of the Las Vegas nightlife.
He caught it easily and stared at me. “What’s the big deal? So what? We’re married.”
My mouth opened and closed twice before I finally calmed down enough to realize that it really wasn’t that big of a deal.
“Now, come here and rest. I want to finish this movie and then we’ll go to sleep. Give your vagina time to rest from our love fest. We’ve got an early day tomorrow. I want to show you some of my old haunts.”
I laid down in bed with him reluctantly, but he must’ve known me better than myself, because as soon as my head met his chest, I was out like a light.
Chapter 18
How do you know you’re a police wife? Bullets in the washing machine.
-Viddy to Adeline
“Is that the last of it?” I asked Trance as he, Sebastian, Kettle, Loki, and Silas brought one last box in a piece.
“Yep. We got it all. What are you doing?” He looked at me.
I set the hand full of bullets that I’d collected from the washing machine only moments before on the table.
“I washed one of your clips. I haven’t found the clip, yet. But I found five bullets. How many were in the clip so I know when I’ve found them all?” I asked.
A smile tilted up the corner of his mouth. “9.”
I nodded. “Got it.”
“Nice shirt.” He said as his eyes focused on my boobs.
I looked down and then back up, fluttering my eyes at him. “It’s new.”
The shirt said, ‘Cops like big busts,’ and I’d gotten it with him specifically in mind.
“I got it in the mail today. Along with a few others.” I said.
“They all like that one?” He asked, looping his finger around the belt loop of my jeans and pulling me until I was plastered up against his side.
“Maybe.” I hedged.
He grinned devilishly and gave me a peck on the lips before putting the box he had in his hand down next to the other boxes on the far wall.
“Are you wearing that to the city council meeting?” He asked.
I gave him a ‘are you kidding me’ look and walked into the bedroom where I stripped out of my jeans, t-shirt, and socks. Then I slipped into a purple long sleeved shirt and black dress pants.
I didn’t want to look like a slouch when I went up there to fight for Radar’s life.
Trance had made the decision to go up there, not in uniform, but in his Dixie Wardens cut. I’d fully supported him. I’d have worked my property patch, too, if it’d been ready.
Sadly, it was still in two pieces, according to Minnie, the one who was making the vest for me.
I would stand at Trance’s side. I was very proud of everything he did, and I wanted to make sure everyone in the town of Benton knew it.
“You ready, baby?” Trance asked from the doorway.
I turned around and handed him the hairband I was trying to tie onto the end of my braid.
I’d learned pretty quick that the best way to tame my long locks while on the back of Trance’s motorcycle, was to make sure I had my hair plaited down my back. Once we got there, I’d undo it from its braid, since Trance liked it down.
“Yes,” I said. “Just need to use the facilities and put some deodorant on.”
He nodded in agreement. “Okay, meet me outside when you’re ready.”