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)
I didn’t know if that was true or not, but the lawyer sure sounded confident, so I didn’t contradict him in any way.
We chose to leave while we still could.
Once back in the van, we drove away before the doors had finished swinging closed on the station.
We were half a mile away before Val said, “Why the fuck are you here?”
I assumed she was talking to me.
Turning to her, I was just about to explain when Simi cut in.
“He’s here because I invited him to come cook,” Simi snarled. “Y’all add people and workers all the time without questioning me and them, so maybe you could extend the courtesy to us?”
Val held up her hands. “I wasn’t necessarily questioning you hiring him, Sim. I was questioning how he got here at such a convenient time to have our backs, that’s all.”
Simi was still holding herself stiffly when she sighed and deflated.
“This is horrible,” she murmured. “Not only was it Mary, who was one of the people I’m closest to in the entire circus outside of family, but it was a shock to find her. I just…”
I wanted to reach back and wrap her in my arms.
I wanted to throw her onto the back of my bike and help her forget everyone and everything.
I wanted…
“It can’t be easy,” Zip—I’d finally put names to faces and voices while waiting in that waiting room all day. So there was one good thing to come out of today. “But is anyone else slightly worried about that sheriff?”
“My guess,” Keene said, “he’s not going to do shit about shit. As far as he’s concerned, he’s already found the murderer. Now, whether or not he pursues that, I don’t know. But I think it’s a very good thing that we won’t be in town for long.”
“That lawyer was talking about this being FBI business now. Is that true?” Tony asked.
“No,” Keene grumbled. “At least I don’t think so…” He paused as if he was trying to think about something. “I’ll call him. Get him out here. Maybe if he sees the mistreatment of the crime scene, he’ll be able to do something.”
With that, the drive to the circus was finished and we were pulling up in front of the side part of the circus next to all of the buses.
We all got out, and without more than a casual glance our way, all of the sisters and Keene left, leaving Simi and me all alone.
“Are you oka…” I hadn’t finished my sentence before she launched herself at me.
CHAPTER 10
Broken crayons still color.
-Words of wisdom
SIMI
I didn’t know what came over me.
All day as we’d sat in that police department, I’d done nothing but get more and more worked up as time went on.
Where his touches were casual, or supposed to be, for me, they were like fanning a fire inside of me.
A brush or a graze of his shoulder against mine. A nudge or a hand on my thigh to help me “calm down.”
All of those tiny little touches turned into an inferno of need.
At first, I’d thought he was doing it on purpose. But then I realized I was literally blowing all the small touches out of proportion. He was friendly.
I wasn’t sure what caused it. What I did know was that I was in need, and Coffey was about to fill that need.
My entire family filed onto the bus, leaving me standing there with Coffey.
He looked at me, obviously seeing the distress on my face and misreading it.
“Are you oka…” I launched myself at him midsentence.
He caught me with a whispered “ooof.”
His arms closed around me, pulling me in tight, and I used our closeness to plant my lips onto his.
He kissed me back so well, in fact, I was dizzy when he pulled away.
“Please tell me there’s somewhere we can go,” he groaned as he pulled away from the kiss.
I opened my mouth to tell him I had a bunk the size of a small twin-size bed when he bent down and hauled me up his body, his hand on my ass, and led me to the back of the bus.
While we’d been gone, the circus crew had gotten a lot of work done despite the people in their way. Almost every tent was up, and the one that was usually in the back behind our trailer where I practiced was up.
That may be where he was leading me, but then I was running my mouth down the length of his throat, tasting the saltiness of him.
“I only have a bunk,” I managed to tell him. “And it’s the bottom one. There’s no way that they won’t be bothering us.”
He grunted something that sounded like “fuckin’ perfect” and moved so that we were behind the bus but between the bus and the tent that was there.