Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Migraines?” I asked, my belly twisting at the thought. Sienna got migraines from time to time. Though hers usually happened once every couple of months or so. To the point where she’d had to go to the hospital for pain meds a time or two. But for someone to have it a lot…torturous.
“Migraines,” Keene confirmed. “Bad ones, too. Ones that put her on her ass for half a day. She had one last night. So truly, she shouldn’t have even been out there practicing because sometimes her balance can be affected for a day or two.” He paused. “Speaking of, anyone want a donut?”
“Oh, me!” at least four of the sisters said. But they’d all said it at the same time, so I couldn’t decipher how many I’d heard.
The donut box was passed backward, and the smell of bakery food filled the air.
“Yum,” one of the sisters said. “These are amazing.”
“They are,” Simi confirmed. “And I can hold them down. Imagine that!”
I looked back to see her inhaling a pink-iced donut with red sprinkles on it.
Just the sight of her licking her lips free of icing, glaze, and sprinkles was enough to make my dick hard.
While her brother was in the front seat, and five of her sisters were in the back…
“You want one?” Keene asked, interrupting my new fantasy of iced glazed donuts and his sister.
I looked at the donuts, studying them.
“Jesus Christ, just take one,” Val grumbled.
I looked back at her. “Maybe you should have another to get rid of that mood.”
There was complete silence in the car. Then uncontrollable laughter.
I picked up a pink-iced one that matched Simi’s and groaned when I bit into it.
“It wasn’t me trying to decide what to eat,” I admitted. “It was me trying to decide if I should eat it because I have blood sugar issues.”
“You do?” Simi asked from the back.
“I’m a type one diabetic. From the moment I could walk, I had blood sugar issues. It wasn’t until the last five years or so when I got my pump that automatically injects me with my insulin that I’ve been able to live a somewhat normal life.”
“How’d you get into the military with that?” Keene asked.
“Lied my ass off, aced scores, had a drill sergeant that knew me, covered for me, and brought me my drugs, and ultimately lied and schemed my way through everything. Then made myself too important to get rid of when they found out that I was fucked up,” I admitted, licking the icing free of my fingers. “I eventually quit because of all the hassle they were giving me for my ‘lying.’ Plus, there were other things…”
Someone started to whisper in the back, Val maybe, and I turned just as I was licking my fingers clean.
Simi was watching me, her eyes slightly dazed.
I grinned at her and finished licking clean my last finger, then got out of the van.
I dropped to the ground and eyed the van.
I hadn’t paid much attention to it earlier, but now I was more than paying attention. The van was one of those Mercedes Sprinter vans. Though that was the last thing I could say about it being “normal.”
On the side of it, in big, bold letters, was “Singh Circus.”
On the underside of the letters were several of the sisters flying through the air without any harnesses or anything.
There were the cats and the snake. And even a clown.
“This is an amazing wrap,” I found myself saying as I opened the back door.
“It cost a whack, too,” Keene said as he, too, got out.
“It looks like it does,” I said as I waited for a certain someone to make her way out.
I offered my hands to each of the sisters, and they all accepted except for Val.
Then my favorite one popped out, and before I could offer her my hand, she launched herself at me.
I laughed and caught her, pulling her close into my body before letting her slide down it deliciously slow.
She smiled up at me, then sighed and pulled away.
“As much as I’d like to stay here forever,” she muttered darkly. “We need to go get this shit over with.”
Sadly, I agreed.
We all walked into the station, and the first thing I noticed was the lack of anyone anywhere. Like, not a receptionist, not a deputy, not a janitor. Not the goddamn sheriff who ordered us to be here.
“Hello?” I called out.
Keene stepped around the counter to look down the back hallway, again seeing no one.
“Hello?” Val called out. “For the love of God, someone better be here, or I’ll leave!”
There was a flushing of a toilet, then Bright came out of the bathroom without washing his hands.
“Gross,” Simi muttered.
“Are you going to wash those hands, sir?” Val asked. “Or are you going to infect us with your feces?”