Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“I am, I am.” I forced my eyes away from the backend of that cop car, which, for some unexplainable reason, wasn’t an easy task. I cleared my throat before asking Widow, “So, the whole wiring thing with the guy from the fire department was just bullshit, right?”
“I don’t know any more than you do, brother.”
“Well, it sure didn’t take him long to find that fucking box of faulty wire. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that shit was planted.”
“Yeah, I was thinking the same damn thing.”
“Either way, I’m ready to get some fucking answers.”
“You and me both.”
Unable to resist the temptation, I glanced back to the cop car and found the cute brunette staring in my direction. When our eyes met, a smile swept over her beautiful face. I held her gaze for a moment, and it took all I had not to chuckle when she raised her cuffed hands and gave me a playful wave. Damn, this girl was a spitfire, and I liked it. “You reckon they’re gonna need bail money?”
“What?”
“The girls.” I motioned my hand to the car. “You think they’ll need someone to bail them out?”
“Dude, seriously?”
“What?” I shrugged innocently. “I was just asking.”
“Mm-hmm.” He shook his head and groaned. “Leave it to you to be checking out a fucking convict. Viper will love that shit.”
“What happened to ‘innocent until proven guilty’?”
“How ’bout you find a chick who isn’t bound in handcuffs, then we don’t have to worry about that shit?”
“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?”
RAELYN
“I don’t know what I was thinking. I should’ve never let you talk me into going tonight.”
“I’m really sorry about all this. You have to know that.”
“Yeah, I know.” Haleigh lowered her head and pouted as she shook her head and grumbled, “But come on. Base jumping from the Hyatt Hotel on a Sunday night in Nashville. Who does that?”
“I researched these guys, Haleigh. They’re the best around. Lots of people use them.” I wasn’t surprised that my best friend was upset, and in all honestly, she had every right to be. I should’ve never talked her into tagging along with me on another one of my hair-brained stunts—maybe then, we wouldn’t be sitting in the back of a cop car. “You saw how many people were in our group tonight. Some of them had already been several times this year.”
“Oh? And how many of them have been arrested?” she snapped.
“I don’t know. I didn’t really think to ask.”
“Well, maybe next time you should consider asking questions like that before you decide to parachute off the ledge of some hotel.”
“I get that you’re upset, but you have to admit, it was pretty amazing. Seeing all those bright lights, feeling the wind rush around us, the roaring in our ears, the people and the cars, and the thrill of nailing that landing. It was incredible. Oh, and remember how hot that Sean guy was? He was checking you out the whole way down. It was pretty incredible. All of it. Neither of us have ever experienced anything like that before!”
“Yeah, other than a few sketchy moments when I feared for my life, it was pretty great. It would’ve been even better if the cops hadn’t busted us.”
“True.” I nodded my head out the patrol car’s window. “But if we didn’t get arrested, we would’ve never had a chance to see all these smoking-hot bikers.”
“Hot bikers?” She gasped. “Have you looked at those guys? They’re terrifying!”
“Yeah, that’s one of the things that makes them so freaking hot.” I motioned one of my cuffed hands over towards the two men standing at the bar's front door, where we were parked. They were both incredibly attractive, but the taller one with dark, shaggy hair and olive-toned skin covered in tattoos was absolutely gorgeous. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. “They’re totally smoking hot. They’re the kind of hot written in romance novels.”
“They’re terrifying. I mean, look at them! Their muscles are huge, and they have beards and tattoos. And they’re wearing leather and biker boots.” Haleigh was a beautiful blonde with curves in all the right places. She could have her pick of men, which were generally preppy, business types with no personality and nothing like the two bikers who’d caught my attention. “And on top of that, they look like they were in a bar fight, all covered in blood and dirt. I bet that’s why the cops had to stop here.”
“Oh yeah, you’re probably right.” Hoping to lighten the mood, I started rocking from side to side and sang, “Bad boys. Bad boys. Whatcha gonna do. Whatcha gonna do when they come for you.”
“You seriously need help. Lots and lots of help.” When the hot one turned to look in our direction, I lifted my cuffed hands up to the window and gave him a playful wave. Haleigh’s mouth dropped open as she kicked me and gasped. “Oh, my God! Did you just wave at them?”