Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
We pulled up just as Ember was getting out of her car, Jack exiting beside her. I just made it out of my car, and was about to open the door when Gabe beat me to it. He unbuckled Kayla out of her car seat like a pro. He gave her a big sloppy kiss on the cheek and she giggled.
Jack got Janie out, and we all headed into the dress shop. Gabe did a quick look through the store, and came back and nodded at us that we could precede.
Jack and Gabe stayed towards the back of the fitting area while the girls, Ember, and I went to the actual fitting room with the owner of the store.
Mrs. Canderi pulled my dress out of its bag and hung it on the hook on the door and left. I stripped off my clothes and was down to white cotton panties and my push up bra and walked over to the dress and unzipped it, and then took it off the hanger. I got it on, and then turned so Ember could zip it.
SAM
“Yeah, boss. She’s trying it on now.” Jack said into the phone to me.
“What does it look like?” I asked him. Cheyenne was being very secretive about the dress. All I got out of her was that it was white. She had let me in on the other wedding preparations. Mainly that we were having it at the church that she went to when she was growing up, and that it would be in three months from now on November second. The reception was to be at a local bar that her uncle co-owned, which I wholeheartedly agreed with. I didn’t want anything fancy, and I was extremely happy that she didn’t either. All I wanted was for close family and friends to be there, and so far that is all I heard would be attending.
A couple of bickering female voices started in over the line of the phone, and I asked “What’s going on?”
I heard rustling like Jack was moving closer, and then the voices became a little clearer.
“What the fuck? Have you gained weight? Your tits are like spilling over the top of this dress, and I can’t even get the fucker zipped all the way!” Ember was saying. “Suck in and hold your breath fat ass!”
“Suck it. Watch your language; we have impressionable two year olds here.” Cheyenne scolded.
There was some groaning and muttering and then I heard the door latch click and Ember say “One of you come here and try to zip this bitch. I can’t do it.”
Apparently it was Gabe who did it because Jack said, “White. Poofy.”
I laughed and said to him, “What’s going on?”
“The dress isn’t zipping. Ember’s right, girl is spilling over the top. I can almost see her nipples.”
A feminine growl echoed mine when I said “Zip it.”
“Suck in. Jesus, don’t you know that you are supposed to diet before the wedding?” Ember said.
“Fuck off. Hurry up, Gabe.” Cheyenne said. “You’re right; I need to start working out.”
“I’m sure Sam can show you some really good throat exercises.” Ember said.
I strangled a laugh, but couldn’t hold it in very long. Gabe and Jack were both howling in the background.
“My throat already gets a lot of exercise. It’s my stomach that needs it.” Cheyenne told them all.
“When did you grow breasts?” I heard Ember ask.
“It’s a push up water bra a-hole! SHUT THE HELL UP!” I heard Cheyenne say, ending in a near scream.
There was laughing on the other end and I was about to say something when a call beeped through on the work line.
“Got to go.” I said and hung up.
“Free.” I answered
“So you finally figured it out, eh?”
My blood ran cold. Fuck, I would know that voice anywhere. It’d been almost two years, but I wouldn’t forget it in a lifetime.
“Malcolm.” I growled.
“So you had to all Dear Ol’ Dad, just so you could find little Ol’ me. I’m flattered. I never knew you had it in you.
I had broken down and called my Dad for a favor. I was at a loss for what to do and I wanted this taken care of. I could have found him on my own, but not nearly as fast as my dad could with all of his connections in the criminal world. I didn’t want to call him, and knew that it come back to bite me in the ass. I’d lie, cheat, steal, or kill for Cheyenne. Calling my dad was a bit like shooting myself in the foot, but I thought that he would be able to help. Apparently I was right. He was able to shake Malcolm out of the woodwork in less than two weeks, where I had been trying for two months.
“Yes I did.” I said to him. “Apparently he has found something, or you wouldn’t be calling me, would you?”
While saying this, I slid my phone open and typed out a coded message to the boys, and said who was on the phone.
Max came into the office moments later and started pressing buttons on the computer that was set up on the desks. The computer system we were working with was state of the art, thanks to Jack. Max knew his way around computers, not as well as Jack, but he could handle this situation. He pressed a few more buttons and something popped up onto the screen that looked like a map of the world and a red dot kept pinging. Slowly it broke down in size from the world, to the North and South American continents, and then again to a map of the United States. Then finally it beeped again and a map of Texas bleeped onto the screen with thousands and thousands of tiny roads, county lines, and rivers dissected it.
While it was doing this, Malcolm stayed silent.
“Okay, that is all the time I’m going to give you. See ya!” he said, and then he was gone.
“Dammit.” I said to Max. “He was doing that on purpose. Waited until he knew we knew he was in Texas before he hung up. Motherfucker.”