Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“Your name’s Officer Thor?” I asked, a smile tilting up the corner of my mouth.
Officer Thor nodded.
“I am,” he confirmed.
He didn’t even smile, and I wondered if he got that a lot.
I wanted to pursue the topic, but I knew when one’s closed.
“What can I help you with?” I asked the two.
“Last night around seven p.m. there was a shooting at the mall,” Officer Shields explained. “Your husband was shot twice in the chest.”
I blinked. “He didn’t make it.”
“He did not,” Officer Shields confirmed. “Where were you last night?”
I crossed my arms over my chest.
“I was at Hail House until around eight in the evening. Then Mig picked me up and took me home,” I answered.
Officer Thor turned to Mig. “You can corroborate that?”
Mig nodded. “I can. I was with her from eight until a little after midnight.”
Both officers nodded.
“Do you know anybody that had a problem with your husband?” Officer Thor asked.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“My ex-husband had a lot of problems. He was awful at managing his money. He liked to pick up odd jobs, both illegal and legal. The easier they were to do, the better, since he wasn’t particularly fond of working,” I told them. “He was pretty good at getting himself into trouble, though.”
“That’s why you left him?” Officer Thor asked.
I blew out a steadying breath.
“No,” I said. “I left him because he liked to screw other women, especially in my bed.”
That shut Thor up.
“Is there anything else I can help you with, officers?” I asked. “I have a client coming in soon.”
I looked at my watch to see that if I hurried, I’d be able to get all set up before my client got there without being late.
This was a new client coming in, and I wanted to be ready for her when she got here so she’d come back again.
“Thank you for your time,” Officer Shields said congenially. “We might have other questions later, if that’s okay.”
I nodded. “That’s perfectly fine.”
They both nodded to the men and left, leaving me alone with three people staring at me expectantly.
“What?” I asked.
Mig smiled.
“Do you handle everyone that gets on your nerves like that?” He teased.
I smiled.
“You’ll have to wait and see.”
Chapter 12
Dildos are great, vibrators are fun.
But if you really want a good time,
nothing beats Mig’s tongue.
-Annie to Tasha
Annie
I didn’t see Mig that night.
Or the next night.
I did, however, have my babysitters.
This time it was Casten.
I didn’t know him as well.
“You look tense,” I said, looking over at him after he’d shimmied in his seat for the fourth time in less than ten minutes.
“Caught a right hook to the kidney, and my back’s been bothering me ever since,” he grumbled, rubbing his back with his hand.
I walked over to my table that I’d just cleaned after a visit and patted it.
“Come here and let me work out the knot,” I ordered.
He looked skeptical.
“What?” I asked when he didn’t move.
“I like my kidneys functioning. And if Mig comes in here and sees your hands on me, he’ll make sure they’re not,” he explained humorlessly.
I snorted and pulled out my phone, pulling up the number I’d snatched from Griffin’s phone.
Mig hadn’t given me his number, and I hadn’t thought to use it until now.
I didn’t want to come off as one of those nagging women.
So I’d tamped down my urges and left the phone out of my reach.
Now, though, seemed like an okay time to use it.
I quickly punched out a text and set it on the table.
Casten read the text, and snorted.
Me: Casten won’t let me touch him without your permission.
The phone chimed within thirty seconds.
Mig: That’s because he’s a smart man. What’s wrong with him?
Me: His back hurts. Will you let me massage him?
Mig: As long as you promise to return the favor…only give me the sexier version later when I come to your house.
I smiled and showed him the text, and he got up, shucking his shirt off as he moved to the table.
I barely suppressed the breath of air that my lungs wanted to suck in.
Casten was scarred.
Badly.
My sister would go crazy over him.
She had a thing for wounded souls, and there was no way that with the scars marking his body, that Casten wasn’t a wounded soul.
“What happened?” I asked carefully, picking up a bottle of lotion.
Casten shot me a wary glance.
“Roadside bomb,” he answered shortly, laying onto his belly.
I walked up to the table and was just about to place my hands on Casten’s back, but he jackknifed up off the table.
“I changed my mind. I think he wasn’t being serious about allowing me to get a massage. I don’t want to die,” he said quickly.
“Fine,” I laughed, moving away from him. “I’ll just go play on Facebook while you sit there and hurt.”
Casten snorted and sat up, his face set in a grimace as he did.