Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I wasn’t saying that I wasn’t going, either. I just wasn’t going without Casten at my side.
“Earth to Tasha!” my sister clapped, waving her hand in front of my face.
I blinked, realizing that I’d started looking off into space again.
I’d been doing that a lot.
Seemed I’d left my brain with Casten when I left him in the hospital room.
“Yeah, I’m ready. Let’s go.”
The drive was short and sweet.
The event was taking place at the home of Lenore’s parents.
Lenore was married to Griffin, and her parents owned a house and some property that butted up against the Caddo River.
The men had been busy working hard over the last two weeks, digging deep square ditches to make up the volleyball court.
I looked around at the huge muddy pits and grinned.
The smile, however, dimmed, when I saw Casten talking to some woman near one of the pits.
She was wearing what looked to be a referee costume…if you could call it that.
Now it wasn’t much more than a shirt cinched at the waist to make it look like it was a dress.
She was perhaps fifteen feet or so away from me when I happened to glance down to see a volleyball at my feet.
Grinning, I picked up the ball and threw, making sure there was a high arch in it to cause the most mud splatter as possible.
It hit almost perfectly about two feet away from the two of them, splattering them both with mud.
The girl squealed and shied away.
Casten turned his glare on me.
I gave him a little finger wave, and he narrowed his eyes.
So I flipped him off instead.
His eyes started to twitch before he turned around, not sparing the woman another glance.
The woman stomped hard on her high heeled foot, turning her glare to me as she did.
I raised my brows at her as if in invitation.
One she didn’t accept.
“That was rude,” my sister observed.
“Kiss my ass,” I snapped at her.
She held her hands up as if in acquiescence.
“Let’s get stretched,” she ordered.
We took turns using each other for balance as we stretched first our legs, then our arms.
And when I pulled her into my arms and squeezed her head as hard as I could, I heard several chuckles from those around us.
“I can’t believe there are so many different motorcycle clubs here,” I said, finally releasing her and taking a look around.
“It’s pretty insane, I’ll give you that. I heard we have people here from Louisiana, Arkansas, Oklahoma and Alabama,” she expounded.
Amazing.
This place looked amazing.
“Volleyball teams, are you ready?” an announcer called over a loudspeaker.
“Let’s do this,” Annie said, taking my hand.
I followed her to the side of the huge mud pit, saying a silent prayer that whatever I did today wouldn’t turn into a brutal war that it was likely to become.
We were playing the best out of three games against a team made up of police officers, firefighters, and nurses.
They were all women, so it wouldn’t be too incredibly unfair, at least on their part.
They were strong and in shape, but Annie and I had been playing volleyball since we were ten.
Their muscle and brawn didn’t stand a chance against our skills.
“Who else is on our team?” I asked as we walked closer to the mud pit.
“The rest of the Saint Girls,” she answered, then looked at me with sympathy at the mention that I wasn’t technically one of those girls. “Lenore, Alison, me, you.”
I looked over at the other team. “They have six people.”
Annie shrugged. “Apparently, nobody wanted to play against the other team. So it’s just us.”
Interesting.
I smiled widely when I saw that Peek was the referee.
“Really?” I asked him as we walked up to the side.
Peek grinned at me, not caring in the least.
He looked down at his body, which wasn’t covered in anything but a pair of board shorts.
“What’s wrong?” he teased.
I just shook my head.
The board shorts were intended to appear as though they were a bit ‘see through.’
The design on them was a faint image of a penis and an ass, which he modeled for me as he turned all the way around.
“Bow-chicka-wow-wow,” I sang.
He grinned.
He really did look good…for an older guy.
He had a six pack with strong, burly arms.
He reminded me more of a lumberjack, rather than a tattoo artist, but who was to say that a tattoo artist over fifty couldn’t be hot as hell?
My eyes drifted left when a movement caught my eye, and I narrowed my eyes as Casten sat down directly across from the other side of the court, directly in my line of sight so I’d see him no matter what I did.
Would he cheer for me?
“Alright, darlin’ girl. Let me help you in,” he offered those big burly arms to me.
I laughed and launched myself at him.
He caught me easily and set me down in the warm mud, then repeated the process for Annie, his wife, and finally Lenore.