Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 83167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
For goodness sake.
“This outfit isn’t sexy,” I informed him.
“Babe, there was time for me to get on my knees right now, I’d do it to thank God you don’t got a dick. But I do. So that’s my call. And it is.”
I couldn’t argue that.
So I used, “All those men are very taken, Mo.”
His gaze cut from my outfit to my face. “Yeah, so am I. By you. And now I gotta be interviewed by the cops fighting getting hard.”
Oh.
Well then.
I struggled against smiling while I asked, “What do you want me to wear?”
“Until this house is empty but you and me, a shroud.”
Okay.
I couldn’t not smile.
“I don’t have one of those,” I shared through it.
“Let’s just get this done,” he said through a sigh.
I was down with that.
We walked out of the room together, me under an additional burden, this being the burden of Mo’s heavy arm flung over my shoulders.
This burden I didn’t mind bearing.
“You okay?” I asked.
“You’re safe, we’ve fucked twice, I’m good…for now.”
“No, I mean with Tex and the Hot Bunch being here.”
He stopped us halfway down the stairs, stairs that weren’t exactly narrow, but they were with me jammed up next to my mound of hunkalicious boyfriend.
“The Hot Bunch?” he asked.
“The Nightingale Men, plus Eddie and Ren. Haven’t you read the books?”
“Those Rock Chick books?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“No, I haven’t read those books,” he muttered.
That was probably good.
However…
“Don’t you read?” I asked.
“I can read,” he answered.
“No, I mean, enjoy reading, for fun.”
“I’m too busy. If there’s time I can, I listen to them.”
I smiled up at him. “Cool.”
He stared down at me. “Are you in them?”
Hmm…
I decided to start by playing dumb. “In what?”
His arm squeezed my shoulder.
He meant was I in the Rock Chick books.
And he knew I was playing dumb.
To avoid my collarbone snapping, I said, “Kind of.”
“How kind of?”
“The kind of kind of that’s more like a yes.”
He stared down at me.
Then he blew out another sigh and resumed our descent of the stairs.
We joined the men who had decided to hang around (this being all of them) and I saw Eddie had made himself at home and was handing out coffees.
I made a mental note to buy more pods as Mitch and Brock suggested I sit at the dining room table while we chatted.
I took the head and there was a slight kerfuffle when Mo firmly positioned himself standing at my right side, which meant Eddie had abandoned his coffee post and was trying to position himself at my left, where Tex was also positioning himself.
“Who’s givin’ her away, motherfucker?” Tex asked to end the hubbub. He didn’t allow Eddie to answer. “Me. So stand down.”
“She’s gonna make you wear a tux,” Eddie warned, giving in badly.
“So what?” Tex asked.
Everyone in the room looked at Tex in shock.
He wore flannel shirts and jeans.
The end.
Unless he was under duress, this being when he got married, when a Rock Chick got married, and when he went on a cruise with my mother. On that he wore swim trunks for the sole purpose of wearing them, and since he was only slightly smaller than Mo, though older and a lot hairier, he cleared the deck by the pool on the ship because people were terrified of him.
“I didn’t give Roxie away ’cause Herb horned in on that action,” Tex went on, referring to his niece and Hank’s wife.
“Herb’s her father,” Hank pointed out.
“Yeah, well, she’s got two arms, am I wrong?” Tex noted.
He was not.
“And if I get Lottie to the altar and change my mind,” Tex continued, “when I’m asked who gives her away, I can punch this guy in the face and take off with her.”
On that he jerked his head Mo’s way.
But on that, I was having second thoughts about asking Tex to give me away because Tex was unpredictable, and this sounded shocking, but with him, nothing was out of the realm of possibility.
“I’d really rather you not do that, Tex,” I told him.
“Then you better be really fuckin’ good to her,” he told Mo.
“We haven’t even been out on a date!” I snapped.
Tex finally looked down at me. “Don’t try that shit with me, girl. I’ve been in on it since the beginning. I’m not sure Lee and Indy have even been on a date yet, and they’ve been married for years and got two kids.”
“You really kinda haven’t, have you?” Hank asked Lee.
“Can we talk about the lunatic with a basement covered in plastic sheets?” Mitch asked.
And my body went ice-cold.
“A word. Now,” Mo grunted, and didn’t wait for Mitch to agree to said word.
He turned on his bare foot and stalked to the back door.
Mitch looked to me, the men, and followed.
Brock went after him.
“You didn’t know?” Eddie murmured to me.
I stared at the dining room table.