Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“Y’all are fabulous.” I proclaimed with gusto.
They laughed.
“We had a little longer than planned, but hey, at least you don’t have to worry about fitting into the dress. Getting measurements the first time wasn’t so hard, but you’ve lost a lot of weight over the past six weeks. The second measurements weren’t so easy, but it should fit you perfectly.” Cheyenne confirmed with a nod of her head.
That was the God’s honest truth. I’d lost so much weight, over thirty pounds, that I looked almost sickly. Where before my body was well rounded and muscled, now it was skinny and bony. I did not look good, no matter how much James told me otherwise.
Which was to be expected with nearly six weeks of smoothies. Yes, I could ground up a cookie, but why bother? What was the point in blending that up when I couldn’t get the chocolate chunks through my clenched teeth?
I resumed my job, because for the most part, I could be heard and understood. James resumed his job with the SWAT team about a week ago, much to his chagrin. He hated the fact that he had to be one hundred percent healed, but it was understandable when the SWAT team had to be in perfect shape. The lives of others could very well depend on it.
He’d argued that all he did was lay there and shoot people, but the Captain was adamant, and wouldn’t let him back until he passed the physical in the same amount of time it’d taken him the first time. He’d argued with that one, too. However, that was the only way the Captain could play it since it was obvious to everyone that James could’ve passed the test in enough time even with a hole in his chest. His pain tolerance was very high, and that was why he pushed himself sometimes further than he should have.
“At least you still have good boobs.” Ember supplied helpfully from across the room where she was shoving cheese whiz into her mouth directly from the squirt can.
That was true also. Out of everything I’d lost, mostly muscle, the fat stubbornly remained. I looked horrible. I really did. My boobs were fat and healthy looking. The stubborn pooch of my belly remained. Then there was the jiggly stuff on my thighs that used be lean muscle. No more. My arms jiggled when I waved, and I couldn’t help but stare at them every time I did so, making sure to wave extra-long, just so I could stare at the hideous flap of skin.
James always made sure to smack my ass when I got too carried away though. He was helpful like that.
Which always seemed to get us in to trouble, but he’d never finish the act, which was another source of my bad attitude. He’d refused to have sex with me. He’d told me that we both needed to heal, and I couldn’t disagree with him, but it was still rather frustrating.
He’d promised me that we only had to wait until all my casts came off, and then all bets were off. I’d been so extremely upset that the day I was to get them off, he’d be gone, that I’d cried myself to sleep. Then he had to go and plan my mother fucking dream wedding, and my anger had evaporated.
“That big shit.” I said, shaking my head.
Cheyenne, Blaine, Winter, Ember and Payton all laughed, knowing exactly what it was like to have a man like James to deal with. Each and every one of them had been in my shoes at some point or another. They knew how the alpha male mind worked, just as well as I did.
It was their way, or their way. No excuses.
“Okay, so we have about an hour to get your hair washed and styled, your makeup on, and your dress cinched up. Are you ready?” Blaine asked, clapping her hands in glee.
I smiled at her, nodded my head, and started walking towards them.
“Alright, if you ladies don’t need my assistance anymore, I’ll be in the garage with everyone else. Okay?” Sebastian asked, clearly uncomfortable seeing all the girl stuff going on.
I waved him out with a dismissive hand, and he exhaled in relief before practically gunning it out the door.
Which promptly reopened when Janie came barreling inside wearing skinny jeans, biker boots, and a hoodie that said, ‘Got wind?’ Her hair was up in a ponytail high up on top of her head, and she had a single black ribbon tied around the ponytail so it hung equally on both sides.
Those were my doing. She’d finally consented to having a ribbon in her hair, but that’s where she drew the line. She did not do bows. Period. James only laughed when I’d tried to get her to wear a bow one day, which was why he’d won the present contest in the first place.
He knew his kid. Which was why he got her a small mini bike. She fucking adored it. She’s on that thing at least once a day for an hour. The bike I got her sat in the garage gathering dust, sad to say.
“’Loh! Daddy said to give this to you.” Janie squealed and handed me a letter just as I’d taken a seat at the kitchen table.
Blaine and Ember immediately went to work on my hair while I sat there and let it happen.
“You should read that now. When we start on your makeup, there will be no more crying.” Blaine told me before yanking my hair out of its ponytail.
The first sheet that was folded up was a bunch of numbers, percentages, and really a bunch of gibberish. If I was reading the sheet correctly, the number was nearly 110 million.
What the hell?
Then I got to the letter.
Shiloh “Speedy” June Mackenzie, fixing to be Allen,
So I assume you opened up the other letter first. Let me tell you what it means, since I’m sure you’re asking yourself....what the fuck?
Stop shaking your head. I know you were.