Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Although, this project car has gotten his attention longer than any woman, any bike, and any ride so far. I have to say I’m impressed with his dedication to a car that is pretty miserable to drive. It’s a tight space for a man my height and build. The two-seat convertible doesn’t have room to move even if it’s fun to drive.
“Wanna talk about it, brother?” He asks as I put on gloves and move to the engine bay. We already removed the previous carb to expedite the process today.
“Nothin’ to talk about.” I reply unboxing the part.
“Bullshit.” He eyes me seriously as we lean over the engine. “You claim Jo. Things seem better on her situation as her ex seems to have moved on. You’re late today.”
“You stalkin’ me?”
He laughs, “You’re the most predictable motherfucker I know. You’re never late. Hell, you’re always early counting the seconds down on the rest of us. We’re not young bucks. You’re thirty-five years old and never once had an ol’ lady or anything close to it. You may not be Rex level hit it and quit it before Lux, but you damn sure are Raff and not one to be tied down.”
“Maybe I’m finally maturing. Seeing what domestication is like.”
With his full sleeve tattooed arms outstretched resting on the car, he studies me. “You fucked her.”
I shake my head. “Damn Miles can’t believe my ass is gonna say this shit. You talk too much!”
He never talks like this.
“Either it was the best lay of your lifetime or the worst. Josie’s got you off your game.” He calls me out and I don’t know if I want to punch him or laugh at him.
I begin adjusting the alignment to bolt the carburetor in place. “She matters,” I say keeping at my task.
“Figured that much when you claimed her. Just wondering if that is gonna stick and if you’re okay. Shit has to bring up stuff for you.”
I look up at him.
“Want to make sure you aren’t tryin’ to save her because you couldn’t save Destiny.”
And this is Miles, he cares and he gets right to the point of things.
“I wanna know you’re okay, Raff.”
I nod because I’m not going to lie to a brother. “I’m good. She’s different. She’s stronger than Destiny. She doesn’t want that kind of life. She sees that shit isn’t love.”
“What’s the plan?”
“Good damn question. I don’t fuckin’ know.” Josie isn’t some random broad. The feel is different, the interaction is different. Everything with her is next level.
“She onboard with seeing where things can go?”
Finishing tightening it down, I reply, “Yeah. I mean we’re not getting married next week, but she is open to a relationship.”
He smiles like a proud father, “happy looks good on you.”
I stand up smirking back, “everything looks good on me and nothing at all looks even better.”
We both laugh and get back to his project.
The smell of bacon fills the cab of my truck as I pull into our driveway. Instead of parking to my side, I pull in behind her SUV and park. Grabbing the bag of biscuits, I stroll up to her front door. Before I can knock, she opens the door letting me in.
It’s Saturday morning, she’s barefoot, wearing an oversized T-shirt that drapes over her entire body. Her hair still messy from our rendezvous last night after Justice went to sleep.
Seeing her like this makes me hard. I want to have her for breakfast.
“Did you forget something?”
I shake my head, “no, figured I worked up an appetite last night,” I wink, and she blushes, “thought you might be hungry too.”
“Dean, you’ve only been gone an hour. Justice just woke up.”
“Perfect timing then.” I raise the bag up as she smiles.
“You keep getting him out of eating breakfast casserole, he might like you even more if that can be possible.” She jokes and I sigh.
“It’s a hard job, but I am absolutely fine with being on escape the casserole duty.”
We both laugh as I make my way to the kitchen.
Justice comes running in wearing just his pajama bottoms, “Dean, did you come for breakfast?”
Observant kid.
“Sure did, brought you French toast from the Breakfast Hut.”
His face lights up because everyone around here loves eating at the Breakfast Hut and their French toast is phenomenal.
“Someone is getting spoiled,” Josie teases. “Wash your hands, Justice.”
He does as instructed. “Nothing wrong with a treat. And don’t worry Jo, I’m happy to spoil you in other ways,” I tease and her cheeks heat as her nipples pebble against the thin fabric of her pajamas.
Leisurely we eat together as if this is a regular thing. I find myself imaging it as my routine and I find I like that idea. Sitting here together like this feels natural.
After we eat, Justice shows me his new block set and asks me to help him put it together. We get started and the time passes. There are more steps in this little block set than rebuilding a damn engine.