Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
As it was, we were moving so damn slow that we might as well be walking the damn bikes.
I was having to ride with my feet down to keep the bike upright, we were going that slow.
The final turn that led from a construction site to Gunner’s street came into view, and Gunner rode from the back alley, to the would-be lawn of his across the street neighbor, into his driveway in the next moment.
At first, the movement from the side yard next to Gunner’s place didn’t register with me because of the way Gunner teetered from side to side for a second before getting the kickstand down.
Only when he was steady did he swing his leg off and stand up.
Once I knew he was steady, I got off my own bike, which had my head turning slightly to the side where I saw movement in the shadows.
I narrowed my eyes at that movement and that’s when a familiar pair of legs, that led to a fantastic ass, came into view.
The two ladies in the yard next to me didn’t stop what they were doing—which was sprinkling an industrial-size box of what looked like white powder into the yard of Gunner’s next-door neighbor.
“What the fuck?” Gunner asked, his attention zeroing in on the two ladies that’d been on the opposite side of the yard until now.
Clearly up to no good, the two women came to a stop and stared.
They had to have heard us, three motorcycles pulling up to a yard next door was in no way quiet, but neither one of them looked like they cared about our arrivals.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Gunner called out.
It was the perpetually mad sister that answered.
“Who are you?” her sister, Calliope I thought, asked acerbically.
“I think that maybe you should be rethinking your life choices instead of asking me who I am,” Gunner retorted as he took in the ladies’ handiwork. “What is that in the bag you’re pouring all over?”
“This your place?” Calliope asked him.
“No,” Gunner answered. “That one is.”
He pointed to the one beside the yard they were dusting with what finally registered as mashed potato flakes.
“Fancy,” I drawled. “How do you feel about forks?”
The man’s eyes came to me and stayed. “I don’t feel all that great about them, so make sure they stay out of my half of the yard.”
“The line is clearly defined, sir.” I snorted. “If we fuck that up, then we need to get our eyes checked.”
The difference between Gunner’s grass and the neighbor’s grass was staggering.
The neighbor’s grass was lush and green, despite being in the middle of a harsh Texas summer.
Gunner’s grass was patchy, had spots that looked bald, and had so many weeds that I’d bet my left nut he had stickers.
“Are you saying my yard looks like shit?” he asked.
Calliope shrugged her shoulder. “If the shoe fits. You obviously have the cash to spare,” Calliope mocked as she pulled a fork out of her back pocket, bent down, and shoved a fork it in deep, then broke it off at the base.
“You do know, correct, that that dude has video cameras everywhere?” Gunner asked.
“Yeah,” Calliope answered. “But I disabled them before I left by unplugging their Wi-Fi.”
Rookie move.
You always made sure that the cameras ran on their own cellular signal.
“They’ll just come ask for mine,” Gunner pointed out.
“You don’t have any,” Jasper muttered as he moved to the front door of Gunner’s house. “I have to take a piss.”
Jasper disappeared into Gunner’s house, leaving the four of us behind.
“So what now?” I asked. “What happens when you pour all the mashed potatoes into a yard?”
“That’s what I’m waiting to find out,” Calliope said. “Searcy just told me to watch and learn. The forks were my idea, though.”
“What did the kid do to earn this?” Gunner asked.
“Tried to force me to have sex with him. When I refused, he tried to roofie me. I switched the drinks then called my sister,” she said.
“You didn’t tell me that!” Searcy growled. “I could’ve definitely gotten off on assault charges.”
“I was trying to keep you from needing bail money,” she said. “I’d have to leave you in there because of the fact that we have barely a pot to piss in. Then you’d have to make prison friends, and you’re pretty bad at making friends. And then I’d have to go work at the stupid diner in the meantime to make sure that we kept it afloat, and let’s just say that it wouldn’t have worked out well for me in the end. I’m fine. Hale and hearty. Now, what’s next? I just used my last fork.”
“You care if I use your water hose?” Searcy asked Gunner, barely sparing me a glance.
My dick was instantly hard, but my mind reminded me that I had a lot of shit going on, and pursuing the sexy little angry kitten wouldn’t go well right now.