Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
He had grease smudges on his arms, a dark smudge on his face, and a backward-facing ball cap on his head.
It was covering his magnificent, wavy salt-and-pepper hair, and his eyes were alight with life.
So. Fucking. Sexy—
I looked away quickly before he could catch me staring and my gaze clashed with Gunner’s.
“What?” I asked innocently, batting my eyes to add to the effect.
Gunner’s gaze dropped down to my chest, then went back up to my face. “Nice shirt.”
I flushed slightly.
It was an old shirt.
I’d gotten it in high school from Aella.
She’d bought it for my—our—birthday for me.
“I got it for her,” Aella said with a snicker. “Honestly, I’m surprised she still has it, though.”
I looked down at the shirt.
It was fairly innocent.
It read: I love mustaches.
“You bought it for me when I had nothing,” I said. “I’m never throwing it away.”
Aella smiled softly at me and said, “Love you, sissy.”
“I love you back, sissy.”
“Is there some hidden meaning behind it?” Keely asked curiously.
I touched it and laughed.
Aella laughed right along with me.
“She sucks really, really bad at Monopoly. As in, bankrupt in five rounds sucks,” Aella said. “Which made her hate the game of Monopoly. She refuses to play it even to this day. So I jokingly got it for her because the mustache looks like the guy’s mustache off of Monopoly.”
“Wore it every day for a year when I went to sleep. I refused to wear it out, though, because I didn’t want it to get dirty,” I explained. “It’s one of my favorite shirts.”
“I can tell it’s well-worn and loved.” Keely touched the sleeve.
Keely’s daughter, Mila, chose that second to make a reach for her mother’s hot sauce.
We all reached for it, but she was faster and yanked it to herself.
My hand that’d come out was enough to deter her from dumping it on herself, but not enough to deter her from dumping it on me.
I laughed as the cold sauce slid down my arm and dripped to my leg.
Luckily none had gotten on my clothing.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Keely apologized.
I could do nothing but giggle. “Gotta love kids, huh? I’ll be right back. Gonna go to the bathroom and wash this off.”
I got up and headed to the bathroom, salsa sliding from my thigh to my ankle by the time I arrived.
I hurried to the sink, aware that there were other people in the bathroom stalls behind me, but didn’t pay them any mind as I got to work on the salsa the best I could with the tiny sink and no paper towels.
I hated when restaurants didn’t have paper towels.
I hated it so much that I went to the stall and used the toilet paper to dry off.
Which was why I was half-hidden when she came in.
I heard her voice almost instantly and groaned.
Thinking this was a good time to close the stall door, I did, then leaned against it with both forearms as I listened to her ugly voice as she talked to someone on the phone.
“No, he got all pissy with me again,” I heard Devney say. “I mean seriously, if he liked me even a little, he’d be more than willing to go vegetarian for me. We’ve been together for three months. What is it going to take?”
The bathroom door opened and I let out a sigh of relief when I heard Searcy say, “Seriously, move. Why are you taking up so much space?”
I had to giggle.
“Sorry,” Devney snarled.
I loved Searcy so much.
Searcy walked past, and I saw her Crocs stroll past the stall door.
“I gotta go. Searcy is in here now.”
Meaning, she couldn’t talk shit about Webber now that she knew Searcy was in here.
“No.” Devney lowered her voice. “I’ll try to convince him with a blow job tonight. Maybe he’ll agree to do it then.”
That made me physically sick.
I sat down on the toilet as nausea rolled through me.
Just the thought of her doing that to Webber…
It made me want to cry.
Searcy flushed and came out of the toilet beside me.
“Nice Crocs,” Devney said.
“Ugly face,” Searcy said.
“Why do you hate me so much?” Devney asked.
“Because you’re a two-faced bitch and I don’t like you,” Searcy said. “Webber might be thinkin’ with his dick right now because you have a tight snatch and big tits, but he’ll eventually see you for the worm that you are and leave you. You should start counting your days now.”
“Fuck you. You don’t even know me,” Devney said.
“I know him. I also know that he may not admit it to himself, but he has a huge thing for Silver. You’re only a placeholder until he can figure out how to keep her without having to deal with her father,” Searcy shot back.
“He does not like Silver.” Devney snorted.
“Watch them,” she said as her voice started to drift farther away.