Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Grayson turned his stormy gray eyes to me and glared. “Just get your fuckin’ shoes on. We’re late.”
I knew that. I was the one who’d called him twenty minutes ago and told him.
My mother’s party was tonight.
It was in celebration of her last round of chemo that had taken place earlier in the week. As of today, she was cancer free!
Boom, bitches!
Then Grayson had to come in with his panties in a wad and a black eye.
“I’m already ready. I’m just waiting on you,” I said carefully, slipping my feet into my flip flops.
He looked me up and down then walked into the kitchen where my father was. My mother was currently being taken to dinner by her boss, who was most grateful to have her back on the force.
His real role was to bring my mom to Halligans and Handcuffs in less than a half hour, where we’d all be waiting to congratulate her.
“What the hell happened to him?” My sister whispered loudly.
I loved my sister to death, but seriously? Didn’t she know Grayson had super hearing?
I whipped my hand up and put it over her mouth, glaring at her.
When she nodded in understanding, we both tiptoed down the hall that led to the kitchen, stopping at the swinging door that led straight the kitchen and the hallway.
“I don’t know what to do,” Grayson said, frustration clearly evident in his voice.
“Sounds like a bad situation. What’d the Chief say when you brought the problem to his attention?” My father asked.
What were they talking about?
My sister shifted positions beside me, then promptly tripped over her own feet, pinning me against the fridge.
I absorbed the impact with a shallow ‘oomph,’ and panted through the pain as her elbow met my rib. “Jesus Christ. Stay the hell still,” I growled quietly.
“Sorry,” Reese whispered.
“He didn’t say anything. He said he couldn’t talk about it yet. Just that Colby served his suspension, and he had no legal leg to stand on,” Grayson sighed.
“I’ll have to talk to Daniella about it. Most likely, though, Cabe’s already aware of the problem. What’d he do this time?” Dad asked him.
“He pulled the medic over again. Wouldn’t have been a big deal, but the fucker knocked the back door into my face. I swear to God, if he wasn’t a cop, I’d have seriously…”
“Mommy, what are doing in the hallway?” Rowen asked curiously.
Damn, hell, piss, and fuck.
The door to the kitchen slowly opened, and Grayson’s scowling face took us both in.
Jesus, but even pissed off he was extremely sexy.
His face was shaved clean, and he’d gotten a haircut somewhere in between the time I’d seen him during my lunch break and now.
He was wearing dark washed blue jeans, black boots, and a black flannel shirt. So simple, yet so freakin’ sexy.
Although, the black eye wasn’t the best look, the rest of him looked damn good.
“Why wouldn’t you just come in here? I would’ve told you. A little childish, isn’t it?” He asked with a hint of annoyance, but mostly tiredness.
He’d been working his ass off. Pulling double-time with his shifts at the fire station, and then his mechanic business. Then having to deal with Colby on top of that. The man needed a vacation.
However, that tiredness wasn’t a get out of jail free card.
“Are you ready?” I asked coldly.
He nodded. “Been ready. Just waiting on you.”
I refrained from saying that no, in fact, I was waiting on him. However, I didn’t want to trigger his man-period that’d been around every corner lately, so I kept my mouth shut.
“Did you know Aunt Tru rented a house?” Rowen asked Grayson out of the blue.
Grayson turned his gaze from the little girl at his side, to me with accusation. “She did, did she?”
“Yep. We went and looked at it today. It’s in the next town over. She said she couldn’t afford to live in one in this town. They cost too much,” Rowen threw a little extra fat on the fire.
I’d told him that I’d wait on making a decision on the new place, but to be honest, I didn’t want to live with my parents. I was twenty-freakin’-eight. It was damn awkward to get up and see your father in his underwear.
“I thought you were going to talk with me about this?” He asked.
I nodded. “Yeah. But they needed an answer today, and you weren’t here.”
His hands tightened into fists.
“I was working,” he said carefully.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
And I was. I didn’t know what he wanted me to say though.
“Alright, guys. We’ll meet y’all there,” I said jovially, trying to stay positive, even though I could tell Grayson wasn’t really happy for me, or with me.
It wasn’t like he was offering me a place to live! Something I’d have taken had he just asked! Why was he so mad?
We walked out into the night, me slightly behind him, as he led the way to his bike.
The entire ride there I could feel that he was tense, which only served to make me incredibly uncomfortable.
He drove faster than normal, too. Taking the turns a little tighter, and being a little less cautious when he was changing lanes. As in, a car was going too slow, he’d cut in between two cars to get around them.
It would’ve been exhilarating if he weren’t so mad.
It almost felt like he was doing it to punish me.
Well, he had one thing wrong. This wasn’t a punishment; it was the ride of a lifetime.
We arrived a whole ten minutes before my sister, Rowen, and my father.
I sat on the back of Grayson’s bike, my helmeted-face leaning against Grayson’s back.
Grayson was stiff, but he didn’t move away from the touch, and I had to fight the urge to laugh at the absurdness of it.
Spotting my father’s truck pulling into the parking lot, I relished in the fact that he’d be caught off guard by my next statement.
“Grayson,” I said against his back.
I felt his rumbled ‘what’ more than heard it.
Closing my eyes, I smiled before saying what I’d wanted to say for weeks now.