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)
And now she knew it.
“Good,” she bit.
He felt his entire body jerk.
“What?”
“Good,” she snapped. Then she yelled, “What a dick!” She jumped to her feet just as Mo heard the door to the condo open. “Seriously! Total dick!”
“Everything cool?”
Mo twisted to see Mag standing there, looking alert while he glanced between Lottie and him.
“No,” she clipped. “Mo’s dad’s a dick!”
Mag turned his attention to Mo.
“I mean, he ruined his sister’s wedding day!” Lottie shouted, so in her snit, it was like she hadn’t really registered Mag had entered, even if she was responding to him, which was something since not many women missed Mag doing anything. “Who does that?”
“I see your relationship has moved to Tales from the Darkside,” Mag remarked.
“It happens,” Mo replied.
“Warp speed, brother,” Mag returned. “Heard you two didn’t make it ‘official,’” he did the air quotation marks just to be an asshole, “until yesterday morning.”
“We didn’t,” Lottie butted in.
Mag looked back to her, fighting a grin and murmuring, “Mm-hmm.”
“We didn’t,” Lottie repeated.
“All right, darlin’. I totally believe you,” Mag said.
Lottie gave up on that (wisely) and turned to Mo, throwing an arm out at Mag. “So, he’s not the one who’s a god?”
Mag also turned back to Mo, brows raised, no longer fighting anything. Smiling flat-out.
“I told her about Auggie,” he shared.
“Right,” Mag murmured. He went back to Lottie. “Mo’s the only real god among us. He put up with Tammy for two years before she did him the colossal favor of breaking up with him.”
Mo looked to the ceiling.
Terrific.
He had no clue she’d already met Tammy.
Mag was in Test the New Woman mode.
Fuck.
“I hear that,” Lottie returned. “Met her at King Soopers. Real peach.”
“You ran into Tammy with her?” he asked Mo, jerking his head Lottie’s way.
“Her name is Lottie,” Mo replied.
“You ran into Tammy with Lottie Mac, Queen of the Corvette calendar and every other man on the planet’s wet dream?” Mag amended.
Mo wasn’t finding this even remotely acceptable anymore.
And damn sure not funny.
“Though I’m the other man,” Mag stated, again grinning because he read Mo’s face. “Seeing as she’s dating my roommate.”
“We did,” Lottie affirmed, and regained Mag’s eyes. “And her new man, Peacock Pete who wears a two-hundred-dollar shirt to go grocery shopping.”
“Her new meat was there too?” Mag asked Lottie.
Lottie nodded her head, the bunch of her hair swept up at her back crown bouncing around. “Unh-hunh. When he stopped checking out my tits and figured out who Mo was, I’m pretty sure he pissed his two-twenty-five rag and bone chinos.”
Mag burst out laughing.
Lottie smiled at him.
“Holy fuck,” Mag pushed out through his hilarity. “That I would have paid to see.”
“Tammy was the star of the show,” Lottie shared. “I thought I’d have to scratch her eyes out before she begged Mo, right in front of Peacock Pete, to let her go down on him in the alley.”
Mag busted out laughing again but he did it turning his attention back to Mo.
“Told you she was gagging for it. You totally should have tagged her convenient and left the scraps to Peacock Pete.” He went back to Lottie. “Sorry, darlin’. No offense to women on the whole. Just referring to women like Tammy.”
“She’s not a woman,” Lottie returned. “She just has the equipment.”
Looking at Mo, Mag indicated Lottie with a thumb. “I like her.”
“Take a number,” Mo muttered.
“You want a beer?” Mag asked Lottie.
“It’s barely eleven o’clock, Mag,” Mo informed his bud.
“I’m feelin’ like a play by play of the Tammy Incident and anything involving Tammy is better consumed with alcohol,” Mag replied, then he returned to Lottie. “What’d she do when she got a load of you?”
“Nonverbal throwdown. Immediate,” Lottie told him.
“I’ll bet. Pea green. Fuck, wish I’d been there to see that,” Mag replied.
Lottie then looked at Mo and declared, “I think I like him.”
“He’s an asshole, baby,” Mo shared.
“The fun-loving kind who’s only inappropriate when discussing women who are bitches and on occasion waxing poetic about a spectacular blowjob,” Mag put in.
Lottie watched him say this and again looked at Mo. “I’ve decided I totally like him.”
Mag chuckled and moved to the fridge.
“What are you doin’ here anyway?” Mo asked his roommate. “Aren’t you on mission?”
“Nope, it’s done. Finished the debrief and now I’m gonna shotgun a beer then haul my ass to Coors Field for a day game. Meeting Boone there,” Mag stated, tagging a beer from the fridge and turning to them. “You guys wanna come?”
Hell no.
“Mo has to pay his bills online and then I have to do a deep dive into his psyche as to why he put up with women like Tammy before he met me and after that we’re gonna have a fuck-a-thon. I don’t think we can fit it in our schedule. But thanks,” Lottie answered for them.
Mag held his beer in hand and stared at her through all this.