Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Dutch said nothing.
“So you see, it wasn’t that bad. It was just gross.”
Dutch still said nothing.
“Dutch.”
“Maybe I’ll rough him up a lot.”
“Dutch!” she snapped.
“That’s the kind of hardcore Chaos is too,” he informed her.
“Ohmigod, I shouldn’t have told you.”
She was right.
She shouldn’t have told him.
“Are you being serious right now?” she demanded.
“No, baby.” He gave her fingers a squeeze while he totally lied, “I’d never do something like that.”
“You’re totally lying, aren’t you?”
He decided not to field that one.
“Dutch!” she snapped.
“What would you do if some woman I didn’t want to touch my junk, touched my junk?” he asked.
“I wouldn’t rough her up,” she answered.
“Babe,” he said low.
He’d seen her go after her sister for doing a lot less just the day before.
So she couldn’t stick with that.
And she didn’t.
“Okay, if I witnessed it, I’d probably lose my mind and I would like to say I could hold my temper without it getting physical, but your junk is your junk and that is so not okay. But I’d also like to think that, given time, cooler heads would prevail.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“And you know where to find this woman and you know what she did. That’d be it?”
She was silent.
“Georgie.”
She remained silent.
“Georgiana.”
His girl did not lie.
So she burst out, “Okay, Dutch! My retaliation would be more cerebral and longer lasting, and there would be retaliation. But it wouldn’t be roughing her up.”
That was a good idea.
Retaliation that was more cerebral and longer lasting.
He’d have to think on that.
“Jackson’s totally going to lose his job or similar soon, isn’t he?” she inquired.
Dutch couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“You’re gonna stick up for this guy?”
“No. A reporter is asking for information and you don’t want to give it, just say no. So yeah, we were playing a game and I was giving him my time to get something in return, but that doesn’t give him carte blanche to grab my breast. But this is cruddy. He’s a jerk. We’ve had a really good day, finally, and we shouldn’t be discussing jerks. And I don’t want you to have to get involved.”
Except that last part, he couldn’t argue the rest, so he ignored the last part and just said, “Okay, darlin’, we’ll stop talking about him.”
“Thanks,” she rapped out. Then asked, “Are we gonna have sex tonight?”
“No.”
“Are we gonna have sex tomorrow night?”
“Yes.”
She huffed out air.
Then asked, “Am I gonna blow you tonight?”
“I don’t know. I know I’m gonna eat you, and I’m not gonna do it sixty-nine. You’re too good with your mouth. It’ll fuck with my concentration when I’m goin’ down on you. So after I make you go, if you’re up to give some head, I’ll be all in.”
“Then we have a plan,” she said curtly.
“Sounds like it,” he said amusedly. “Though, we gotta get some food first. You wanna roll through a drive thru, order some Chinese, what?”
“We have more than half a pizza left, since we got busy last night and didn’t eat it. We can have that.”
He was disgusted.
And he sounded it when he asked, “Leftovers?”
“You don’t like leftovers?”
“You eat leftover pizza for breakfast when you’re hungover. You heat it and eat it for lunch when you’re in a bind. You don’t feed it to your woman on night three of the longest date in history.”
She now sounded amused when she asked, “Are those hard and fast rules?”
“Emphatically.”
Georgie busted out laughing.
He tucked her hand into the bend of his hip and smiled at the windshield thinking he really loved the sound of Georgie laughing.
“Chinese,” she said when she was done.
“You got it, baby,” he replied.
“Dutch?”
“Yeah?”
“You okay?”
He lifted her hand to his mouth, touched her fingers to his lips, then tucked it back in his hip.
“Yeah, Georgie.”
“Okay.”
They fell silent and neither broke it the rest of the way to his place.
He let them in and Murtagh came right to them and shared how he felt about being left alone all day.
In other words, the cat was ticked.
Dutch locked the door, but when he turned to shrug off his cut, Georgie was there, and she hadn’t yet taken off her coat.
“Did you want to go out and get Chinese?” he asked.
She didn’t answer.
She put her hand to his chest, but she did it watching her hand, not him.
She then traced her fingernail through the bottom, outside edge of his Chaos patch in a weird way like she was copying a line.
Still, he thought he read what she was doing so he assured quietly, “I’m past what you said about bikers too, Georgie.”
She tipped her head back.
“Your dad made this scratch.”
Dutch stilled, and asked, “What?”
“This scratch.” She looked down and traced it again, then back to him. “It happened when your dad had this jacket.”
He stared at her.
She gave him a small smile that was a little wobbly.
“I asked your mom about it the other night. I didn’t think she’d remember it, seeing as it’s a tiny little thing, and she probably wasn’t even around when it happened. Maybe didn’t even notice it. But she did. She said she couldn’t share precisely how it happened, but it happened when your dad took it off and tossed it aside when, uh…you know, they were—”