Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“Oh, yeah?” he asked. “What did you have in mind?”
He grabbed my hair and pulled me forward, and I had to fight not to go limp at the feeling of his strong hand in my hair.
“I thought you’d have on nice clothes. I also thought that you’d stand here and look nice. Not hide your face every single time she went to take a picture of us.”
His smile was slow, easy, and uncaring.
“Yeah?” He licked his lips, which in turn caused him to lick mine due to our close proximity. “Well, you wanted them. You said nothing about me having to look at the camera. She’ll get plenty of good ones, I promise.”
He was right. Each time she asked us to move to a new pose, and we did, she’d show us the pictures afterwards.
None of them had Truth’s full face in the frame. None of them had his eyes.
However, in all of them, I could see the love shining in my eyes. I could also see the way Truth’s body leaned over mine. How he held me protectively in his arms. How each and every shot she got, the desire he felt for me was written all over his body.
So no, I didn’t have his face.
But I did have his heart, his body, and his love in the pictures, and that was enough.
As long as I had him, it would always be enough.
Chapter 19
One does not simply survive a June Bug attack.
-Fact of life
Verity
The boys could drink their beer, and they could handle it.
I’d witnessed all of them, even Truth, drinking at least four bottles of beer. And I say at least because I don’t know for sure. I was on my third margarita, so I couldn’t really tell how many they’d had since I was unable to think clearly past my own alcohol-induced haze.
However, when I was able to count, which, might I add, wasn’t right now, I’d brought them all four a piece.
Why I’d been the one getting up and getting them beers was beyond me, but that was over a half an hour ago. And upon delivering the last round from the beer fridge that Tommy’s parents had on the back patio, Truth told me not to deliver them any more.
Though my deliveries had stopped, they had not.
“So, what was your wedding like?” Tally asked.
I pulled out my phone and pulled up our wedding photos, ones that’d been in the packet that I’d managed to avoid looking at for months.
“I don’t remember, but I have pictures,” I said, turning my phone around for them to see.
“What were you wearing?” Imogen leaned forward so she could get a closer look.
“That was my wedding dress. The one that I specifically picked out to wear to my cheating ex-fiancé’s wedding.”
Imogen blinked.
“You know,” she said. “I heard about Truth’s girlfriend cheating, but I hadn’t realized that your fiancé had cheated on you, too.”
I nodded.
The same memories that used to make me sick now made me smile.
Not because I was happy that Kenneth had cheated, but because I was happy that he’d made it possible for me to find Truth.
Though, as humiliating as it was, I had to admit had he not done what he did, I’d be in a very different place right now. Possibly married and miserable.
Now I was married and happy, and that’s the way I liked it.
“Well, have I got a story for you,” I started in, not stopping until they had all the nitty gritty details.
“That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard,” Tally finally admitted. “Did he really say those things in front of all of the wedding guests?”
I nodded. “And you haven’t even heard the best part. Destiny’s pregnant…with her brother-in-law’s baby.”
They blinked, then Tally reached forward and downed the rest of her drink.
“That’s just amazing,” Tally finally said once she’d recovered from drinking half a Fuzzy Nipple in one gulp. “That’s shit you see on Maury or Jerry Springer.”
I nodded my head. “Yep.”
I was reaching for my drink—which was very close to being empty—when a weird sound had me turning to track where it was coming from.
It was my purse.
Frowning, I leaned forward and stuck my hand into it, searching for the elusive buzzing that I’d never heard coming from my purse before.
“Isn’t that one of those phones that was exploding?” Imogen asked as she relaxed back into her seat.
I shrugged.
I had no clue. I knew that there was a phone that was exploding, but I had no clue what it looked like.
And, apparently, it looked like the phone I’d seen Truth deposit into my purse just before coming outside.
I reached for it, slid my finger to the side, and answered the phone. “Hello?”
“Who is this?”
Destiny.
Jesus Christ.
“You know exactly who this is, you dumb bitch.”
Tally and Imogen started to laugh, and I shot them ‘be quiet’ looks as I shushed them.