Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 68143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Me included,” he groaned. “Chick-fil-A again?”
“I didn’t argue,” I admitted sheepishly.
He chuckled as he walked us into the school, using an ID scanner to scan a badge on the way in, and headed to the break room.
I smiled at a few of the guys we passed, and came up short when the same guy as last time was in the breakroom when we arrived. The one that made me feel slightly uncomfortable for kissing Gunner in the middle of the school hallway.
“Yates,” Gunner greeted the man. “You get everything done on your end?”
The way he said that last part made me inwardly smile.
Gunner might not have shown his displeasure outwardly with this man for not showing up and doing his job over the last few days, but I’d been around him enough that I could see the underlying tension in his shoulders.
To say that he was displeased with this man would be an understatement.
“It’s all done.” He nodded, his eyes going alert as I entered the room. “Lunchtime already?”
“Yep,” Gunner grumbled. “Are you going out with the rest of them?”
“I was going to, but I packed my lunch today, and my girlfriend said that she’d kill me if I went out to eat without her.” He sighed. “And since we share locations with each other, I try not to do it blatantly. We’re trying to save money for a house.”
I nodded.
I could see a girlfriend saying that.
“Interesting,” Gunner mumbled and set down the food.
Lottie scrambled into the seat that Gunner pulled out for her and reached into the first bag she could get to, pulling out a waffle fry the size of her hand.
“Little big for you, isn’t it?” Yates asked her.
“No,” she dismissed him and started to eat the fry, her gaze focused on the paper and pens in front of her.
Yates stood there awkwardly while we ate, and didn’t leave until his phone rang about ten minutes into our lunch.
I eyed Gunner once he left, and he shook his head. “I don’t know. That was weird even for me.”
My lips tipped up at the corners as I dove back into my salad with extra, extra protein. As in, two extra sides of nuggets. So many so that it made it no longer all that healthy, but at least I’d added a little bit of green to my meal today.
I really liked their nuggets, so sue me.
The rest of lunch went a whole lot better than the first part, also giving me the time to tell Gunner all about Jackson’s new fiancé.
“So what you’re telling me is that to better store the sperm, they suggested fertilizing your eggs. He gave you those fertile eggs in the divorce, and now they want the eggs back so that they can have their child. And they don’t care that that child would also then be your child?”
I nodded.
“Are they crazy?” He sat back in his chair, his tight t-shirt pulling taut over his belly.
I was momentarily distracted from what he was saying by the way the veins in his arms and hands pulsed.
“Like, what kind of fuckin’ head trauma did they get to think that you’d ever say yes to that?” He shook his head, his curls bouncing with the movement. “I mean, my god.”
“I know,” I admitted, pulling my eyes away from his sexy body to focus on my lunch. “She said that they would see me in court. I can’t wait.”
“You can borrow my lawyer, she’s a shark,” he teased.
“I guess I’ll reach out to her,” I grumbled around a nugget smothered in ranch. “Fuckers. All of them.”
“Wouldn’t mind meeting that ex of yours in a dark alley, that’s for sure.”
“Who’s her ex?”
Yates.
I turned to see him at the doorway, looking hesitant.
“Some guy that I’d rather not talk about right now,” I said, wanting to change the subject.
“Got it,” Yates nodded. “Hey, boss. I have to head out early. Something came up.”
Gunner’s eyes met mine, and I somehow knew that was his last straw.
He said. “Sure, let me walk you out, though. I have to talk to you about something.”
When he got back, I had the rest of our lunch picked up, and Gunner’s eyes were an angry blue.
He caught my eye and said, “Well, that’s done.”
I smiled and was about to reply with “good” when the little hurricane that was Lottie interrupted us.
“Daddy braids!”
I grinned. “Yeah, Daddy. Do you want braids?”
The way I batted my eyes at him had that growl that I loved so much slipping from his lips.
He tugged at his hair, which was surprisingly longer than you’d expect when you looked at it. “Um, I don’t think it’s long enough.”
“Daddy braids!”
“I could probably put some in,” I admitted. “They’d be more like corn rows, though.”
“Fine,” he sat on the chair next to his girl. “Let’s do this.”