Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 149641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 599(@250wpm)___ 499(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 599(@250wpm)___ 499(@300wpm)
The young woman sat, her hands tied behind her back. She didn’t want to know why her dad had been walking around with rope in his pocket. Nope. That was better left to the wind. She noticed their captive had started chewing her way around the croissant, and her eyes closed briefly. Like she was struggling. Or enjoying it. Could be either.
“She had a bomb,” her father complained. “She was on the ground trying to put it behind my wheel. How long has your mother been in there with Tasha?”
“Over an hour,” Kala replied. “Devi’s in there, too. Problem with the hem. She’s working on it but she could be out any minute, and you know she told you no blood on the carpet. I’ll go get the tarp.”
“You are not going to kill me.” The young woman was good.
She’d gotten through that croissant in record time. Surely someone had a ball gag. Like half the wedding guests were lifestylers. If one needed to restrain a suspect, this was the place to do it.
“I can cut your tongue out,” Kala offered. “Look, I get the whole waking up and trying to figure out what happened to your body thing. Been there. Done that. No sedatives as long as you’re calm, but I can do other things.”
Gray eyes rolled. She was actually quite pretty even if she was a little on the thin side. The thin side could be lovely if it was natural, but Kenz got the feeling this girl didn’t get much of a chance to eat. “I think that the… What is word. Keks. The keks would work. The one with the berries.”
Muffin? “You want a muffin?”
“I don’t get carbs where I come from. They’re serious about fitness,” she explained. “That croissant… Death might be worth it. I don’t suppose you could gag me with champagne. I have never been allowed alcohol.”
“Sure you haven’t,” her dad said, pacing and looking down at his phone.
“It is terrible where I come from.” It was clear the girl had decided to change tactics. “I am taken from home at young age and forced to go to France.”
“Are you serious?” Her dad was suddenly interested. “That is terrible.”
“They make me change name. I was Olga and now I am Sosa, which is short for Solene. Which is stupid name but apparently Olga is not sexy. I was eight. I did not want to be sexy,” she said quietly.
Kala groaned. “That is not going to work. I liked you better when you were spitting bile.”
“I mean, I do feel bad she had to go to France,” her dad replied.
Olga/Sosa nodded as though accepting all of the sympathy she could get.
Her dad could be an asshole. France was amazing. She wanted to go to Paris with Ben. They always ended up in Nepal or some other place like it, and while beautiful there weren’t a whole bunch of five-star restaurants and world-class shopping. Every time they got to go somewhere romantic, work got in the way.
Was that where they’d gone wrong? They should have found ways to need to work in more romantic places. Maybe Ben needed a soothing space to find his emotional center.
“Is something wrong with her?” Sosa asked, and it took Kenzie a moment to realize she was talking about her. The would-be assassin looked to Kala. “Did you get all the brain parts? I hear this can happen with twins. Not enough to go around. She obviously got the boobs.”
Kenzie growled. Their boobs were the same. Mostly. Sometimes she thought Kala’s nipples were a bit out of alignment, but no one was perfect and Coop seemed fine with them.
“She’s going through… Are we calling it a breakup?” Kala seemed amused. “They weren’t technically together, but my sister is always looking for an epic love story. If I had to guess she was thinking about what she would have worn in Paris when she met Ben beneath the Eiffel Tower.”
Kenzie picked up the massive blueberry muffin and stuffed it into Sosa’s mouth before looking to her sister. “Do you want one, too?”
Kala squared off with her. “Am I wrong?”
Oh, she could do this. Maybe this was exactly what she needed. “Fight club.”
Sosa nodded, her eyes lighting with glee as she managed to somehow start eating that muffin.
Lou turned to the only man in the room. “I don’t know what to do. I left the spray bottle at home because Devi told me if I ruined Kala’s dress, she’d be upset. She’s making my wedding dress. I have to be cool with her, but I don’t think Tasha wants a fight club on her wedding day.”
“Fight club?” a feminine voice said, and Kenzie realized the doors to the portion of the suite they were using to get dressed had opened. Her big sister stood there looking like an angel in her white wedding dress with a veil and a sweetheart neckline, and Kenzie was never getting married because Ben was a total asshole. “We are not having fight club.”