Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 61149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“And again,” Val mirthfully sighs, “you were not exaggerating. Nolan really does have a way with words.”
“How much shit are you talkin’ about us, Rabbit?” Our boyfriend cautiously inquires, arm curling around my waist.
Bunny sassily smirks and accepts the wet wipe to clean her stomach. “Depends on how much time she has, Mutt.”
“Now that we’re on the concept of time,” Garcia easily segues, sending our stares back to him, “perhaps it would be wise to not pick up any more tow jobs for what’s left of the pre-holiday season? Maybe…just…stick around the shop for a bit? Do inventory? Or simply take a mini vacation like McAdams did.”
His announcement launches my brows curiously into the air.
“According to Zero,” he slyly informs a second layer of information, “McAdams planned a camping trip for the holiday.” Garcia casually drums his fingers against the side of his cup. “Based on his ‘browser history’, he’s been looking up remote hike trails and areas all across the state for the last couple of weeks. Plus, his ‘social media accounts’, claim he’s quite excited to enjoy a solo week of solitude in the wilderness to get in touch with nature and himself.” This time cleverness glosses over his gaze. “I hope he chooses to make wise choices out in the woods – unescorted. Wild animals can be quite unpredictable and dangerous.”
Nolan offers him an impressed nod followed by the lifting and tipping of his mug. “I’ll drink that.”
“Did you know we have mountain lions here in Texas?” Garcia lets the corner of his lip deceptively curl upward. “And that they often prefer to attack their prey from behind which can result in tumbling off cliffs or down steep hills?”
“Like the proper term for baby bunnies, that sounds like Zero information,” teases his sister as she opens her medical bag to retrieve other materials. “I swear that guy is just one walking, talking, computing Animal Planet documentary.” Bunny puts down Nolan’s old sweatshirt that’s become hers and sits up for the next part of her treatment. “Anddddddd I honestly think he jerks it to old episodes of The Crocodile Hunter.”
“Not a Zero fan?” investigates our girl after slowly rotating her wrist for bandaging.
“I didn’t say that,” she swiftly retorts. “He’s sweet. And strangely brilliant. And has a banging hot bod-” undeniable grumbles escape from her brother prompting her to snicker, “but he’s spoken for even if he’s not spoken for.”
“Sounds familiar,” Nolan chortles, fingers teasingly brushing against my crotch.
Huh.
Is everyone saying what I think they’re saying?!
Is that why they keep insisting that there’s really nothing to worry about when it comes to Garcia?!
Does he already have his own model on a different lot?!
“Can we…please just…” Garcia uncomfortably clears his throat, “focus on why we’re here?”
“Making sure baby babs is okay-”
“It’s not a girl,” my boyfriend and I call out together.
“Ignore them.” Bunny briefly shoots a glare in our direction. “They do that.”
“And making sure your wrist isn’t broken,” she gently begins to wrap the territory, “which from what I can see, it isn’t. You have noticeable swelling – that will need to be iced on and off – but because you have mobility – even though there’s discomfort – it’s unlikely that it’s broken. However, I suggest getting it x-rayed by the end of the week if the swelling hasn’t gone down. And in the meantime, you will need to provide it with significant rest for proper healing.”
“Only foot jobs from now until Christmas,” my lap partner declares during another sip of coffee. “Understood, Doc.”
Bunny immediately flashes him her middle finger from the other hand.
“Don’t worry,” Val less than quietly states. “I’ll pretend my head thermometer doesn’t work and shove one up his ass instead.”
“Yes, please,” sings our woman.
“Fuck no,” he grumbles.
“Safety inspections are quite natural, Mutt,” Bunny says with a snarky smirk.
“For cars.”
“And for people,” our girl proclaims on a wink.
“How long until it’s safe to spank her?” Nolan lightheartedly asks Garcia’s sister.
“McAdams did not acquire a radio or sat phone,” Garcia resumes speaking, “or any other viable means of communication that you need when you’re planning on having contact with the outside world that deep into the woods; however, I imagine his mother isn’t going to take his lack of connection very well given the response she had the last time he took an impromptu vacation without her.”
My boyfriend tilts his head in question.
“Per Zero’s report, she chartered a private jet to Spike Village twenty-two minutes after we had confirmed reports that the fake McAdams was in Florida headed home.”
“Fuckme,” escapes the man behind me on a low whisper.
“Yeah…” Garcia releases an almost defeated sigh as he lifts his own cup of coffee. “Mrs. McAdams does not like having her precious son out of her sight for long.” One single sip is taken. “Let’s just hope she doesn’t come searching for him before Christmas…”