Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
“Oh, I can just imagine you. Did you throw yourself on top of Jolene and protect her virginity from Cooper?” Journey teases me.
“No, Madden swooped in and saved the day. He picked Cooper up from mounting her.” I’m annoyed all over again, completely wound up, and I tear into my breakfast, which I’d usually enjoy, except I can’t get over the shit that happened twice now.
“Well, if you ask me, I’d say there’s a lot more than meets the eye for Madden to have you this worked up. What’s that saying? ‘The lady doth protest too much, me thinks.’” I roll my eyes at her words, keeping my mouth shut. It seems even my best friend is trying to call me out on something she couldn’t be more wrong about.
SIX
Madden
I’m still recovering from yesterday. Forest’s appointment took longer than expected. So, after a fun-filled day with Piper at the park, lunch at home, her abandoning the idea of a nap, and then picking Cammy up at school, we were back at my house, eating an afternoon snack. And since they keep a few outfits as well as bathing suits, we spent the rest of the day in the pool. Forest arrived right before it was time to start figuring out dinner, asking if Cammy had homework. That’s where I drew the line. I’ve got no problem hanging with my nieces, making sure they’re well taken care of, but homework is for their parents. It meant they had to leave early; we made plans for another day, knowing they’re always welcome here whenever they want, especially since they wore Cooper out so he wasn’t destructive in the least. Even slept through the whole night without needing to go outside. I figure maybe we’re getting to a place where he’s learning what it’s like to be taken care of. That doesn’t mean I’m not still toast after running around my nieces for the most part of the day. How Forest does it with his two girls, I have no idea, especially with Krissy out of town this week. Which is why he went and saw an attorney, a subject for another time since Cammy and Piper were glued to his side.
“Come on, boy, let’s get your balls chopped off.” I hop out of the Bronco and slide my seat up because this is a two-door, and Coop follows. He’s not yanking or pulling. Maybe he’s still recovering from yesterday himself. I figure I’d give him one last ride for a few days knowing I’ll have to switch out vehicles once I get the call to pick him up from getting a much-needed vasectomy. I’m thinking jumping is going to be a hard no.
The sun is still rising as we make our way to the door. Cooper starts prancing and barking, either in excitement or because he knows what’s about to come. Since the last incident when Coop went buck wild, I made a quick stop at the pet store to purchase new harness , seeing as how my big lug could wiggle out of the other one. I also got a new collar, leash, ID tag, and the AirTag I had at home, just in case. Today, while he’s getting his manhood chopped off, they’ll be micro-chipping him as well. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be saddled with a chocolate lab, one that is more doofus than dog, but he’s growing on me.
“Calm down, dude,” I tell him as I open the door to the entrance of the veterinarian’s office. It’s not too busy yet, so I won’t have to keep him on such a tight leash.
“Hi, who do we have here?” a lady at the front desk asks.
“Hello, this is Cooper. He should be under Madden Hughes.” We walk closer. Paperwork will need to be signed before they take him back.
“Here he is. You’re all checked in. Please have a seat. The doctor will see you before he begins surgery.” I nod, guiding myself and Cooper to a chair, hoping this doesn’t take too long. I’ve got some things to do for work. Emails are piling up, and I have to return a bunch of phone calls as well after taking three days off, well technically four, since I dipped out early to run a few errands and then take Coop for a hike where I could potentially apologize to Hendrix, which went tits up.
“If it isn’t Jolene. Today’s the day?” My head was dropped, elbows to my knees, Cooper planted between my spread thighs as I’m sitting in the chair waiting to be called back, when I recognize the name. It’s like Coop knows her name. too. My once calm dog is acting like a crazed hooligan, ass wiggling, attempting to crawl away from me. I tighten my hold on not only his leash but also his halter.