Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“What is it?”
“I’ve not filed for divorce yet. I’ve still got the papers. They’re safe.”
“We’re not in the process of getting a divorce?” he asked. This was all he needed to give him the shot of winning her back. If he didn’t have a ticking time bomb of their divorce, he could get her back.
“Technically we’re still getting a divorce. I’ve got to file the papers with my lawyer. Until we know what’s going on with this thing.” She pressed her hands to her stomach. “I thought I’d give him a call, and ask him to hold off.”
“We can do that. I want to see where this goes.”
“This isn’t going to change much. I want us to try again, but to do this, I want us to remain on dating terms. We have rushed into everything else in our lives, and we’ve ended up here. I don’t want to rush anymore, and make mistakes. We’ve got a baby on the way, and I don’t want to rush that. I want us to take time for us as well.”
“Me neither,” he said. “We can take our time. Get to know one another.”
She gripped the back of her neck, smiling. “Great.”
He wanted to kiss her, to reach out, and touch her. Resisting the urge, he took a step back. “I’m going to leave you to get dressed. I’ll see how Baker is handling the food.”
Rose chuckled. “Would you even know what you’re doing?”
“I’ll know if it’s burnt. I know you don’t like anything burnt.”
“You know me well.”
Hardy left her alone, happy for the time being that he had a chance to make everything right with her.
Baker was handling everything fine, looking downright happy with himself. Hardy took a seat, snagging one of the hot pastries. They were to die for, so buttery, sweet, and delicious. He’d never had anything like it.
Rose joined them ten minutes later in a red summer dress that matched her hair, which she’d pulled back into a ponytail.
“Eva called. Ladies are going shopping at the mall. Fighter and Ink will be with us, and I want to head out, too.”
“Okay, do you want me to come with you?” Hardy asked.
“You’re kind of creeping me out in a seriously stalkerish fashion, Hardy. Two prospects is more than enough to take us shopping. You don’t need to follow me everywhere. I’m content to go with the girls. It has been too long since I had a date with the girls.”
“I wonder where that leaves me,” Baker said, piling eggs onto a plate and handing them to Rose.
“You are going to work on Millie. We’re still going to do dinner, right?”
“Yes, that’s the hope.”
“Then go and see her. See what she likes, report back to me, and I’ll work on getting her invited for dinner,” Rose said.
“What about me?” Hardy asked.
“You do whatever it is you do.” She took a pastry, biting into it. “If I wasn’t already married, I’d ask you to be mine, Baker. Seriously, these are delicious.”
“Hey, I’m sitting right here,” Hardy said. He wasn’t annoyed as he’d caught the wink Rose sent Baker.
“Don’t worry, baby, you’ve got many good qualities.”
He laughed unable to resist her teasing.
****
Gash stood around the back of the club smoking a cigarette. Whizz couldn’t find him anything, and he wasn’t prepared to give Gash exactly what he wanted. There were two people in this life, and they were going to pay. He needed them to pay for setting him up. Going to prison for something he didn’t do was really fucked up.
First, he didn’t rape that fucking bitch. Gash couldn’t even bring himself to think of her name. He knew her name, and he had remembered every single detail of her. She’d been begging for his dick, practically fucking him out in the open she’d been so desperate. Gash didn’t rape women, and he didn’t murder boyfriends either. The bitch he fucked didn’t have a boyfriend come in halfway through.
Gash had fucked up though, leaving evidence of his presence in the room. He had a past history of violence, and lashing out, and even Gash had started to wonder if he’d blacked it all out.
No, he hadn’t done what he’d gone away for five years for. He’d not fought every single day on the inside for himself not to get revenge. The Skulls had arranged protection on the inside, but it hadn’t always been sunshine and roses for him. Gritting his teeth, he recalled the time he was cornered in the shower by three men who were bigger than he was, which was fucking saying something seeing as he was scary.
They’d wanted to make him very aware of the fact he owned an asshole. Fortunately, he’d been saved as The Skulls had bought off one of the guards. He’d made sure Gash wasn’t hurt, and that was how it became for him. Those battles that the guards couldn’t help him with, he fought out of. Years of wondering if his cell mate had been bought off had plagued him, but he’d gotten through it.