Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Sure enough, the one box he didn’t knock to the ground was the one that had the balls in it.
“That’s still impressive; even after seeing him do it half a dozen times.” Loki said with a shake of his head.
Trance smiled. “He’s a smart boy, aren’t you big boy?” Trance asked Radar with a scratch behind the ears.
“Well my dog has a trick, too!” Viddy exclaimed and jumped to her feet. “Give me those balls. Three of them.”
This is how Trance and Viddy started trading dog tricks. Although Hemi holding three balls in his mouth was impressive, it was decided that Radar definitely trumped Hemi in the trick department, much to Viddy’s disappointment.
Chapter 8
My 34-year-old boyfriend still plays with fire trucks.
-Adeline to Silas
Adeline
I had a phobia.
It had to do with large bodies of water.
There was nothing I hated more than going down the road that crossed the dam and the spillway. The road itself was narrow and had to be at least a mile drop down to the water. If, for some reason, my car happened to careen off the side, it’d end up as a folded hunk of metal that would sink more easily once it hit the water. With my luck, my car wouldn’t be stopped by the metal barriers that were intended to keep cars safe, and I’d plummet to my death, drowning in my car at the bottom of the lake.
When I’d gotten to the lake, which happened to be Sebastian’s house, I’d been okay. However, getting there was a major feat for me.
I’d met Baylee, formally, for the first time.
Baylee was Sebastian’s wife.
She was also a paramedic with the Kilgore Fire Department, a town about forty-five minutes west of Shreveport. Currently, she was on maternity leave with only two more weeks until she had to return to work.
She was definitely a talker, too.
We were in the baby’s room, and I was trying my hardest not to watch as Baylee was pumping. When I say pumping, I mean she had these medieval torture devices on her tits that were sucking the life out of them. Literally. They started out absolutely massive, and by the time she was done, they were little more than deflated bags that resembled normal breasts again.
Why was I looking at her boobs?
I couldn’t tell you. I guess when she’d asked if I minded if she pumped, and I didn’t automatically shout ‘Fuck No,’ she thought it was okay to whip the old fun bags out and start that shit. Yes, the majority of the time they were covered. But still.
“Why don’t you work for Benton?” I asked Baylee, trying my hardest not to look at her nipples that were elongating into the slender tube.
Baylee laughed. “First of all, I can’t handle spending that much time with my husband. He tends to turn into an alpha-hole when he wants me to do stuff a certain way.”
My head turned slightly. “What does alpha-hole mean?”
Finally, she disengaged the torture devices from her boobs, tucked her boobs back inside the shirt she had on, and stashed the milk in the mini fridge; big cones and all.
“Follow me.” She said as she walked purposefully towards the kitchen.
“Now, watch.” Baylee said as she picked up the cooler that was sitting at the bottom of the porch steps and started walking.
She’d gotten maybe ten feet from the steps when Sebastian looked up, saw what she was carrying, and yelled. “Baylee! I said I’d get it in a minute! Put it down.”
Baylee ignored him and got about five more steps before Sebastian let out an audible growl, tossed the boat electronic thing he was showing Kettle, Loki, and Trance onto the boat seat, and stalked towards Baylee.
You know those red flags you wave at bulls to get their attention? That’s what it was like. The cooler being the red flag.
He grabbed the offending cooler out of her hands before she’d even made it fifteen feet from the porch steps, and glared at her before going back the way he came.
When she made it back, she smiled at me. “Does that answer your question?”
“No,” I laughed. “I think I need a few more examples. I’m worried I might have an alpha-hole on my hands.”
Kettle hadn’t let me move one single thing this afternoon. Not even a freakin’ bag of clothes. He’d treated me like I was fragile. As if I couldn’t handle even the small things.
“Here,” Baylee said, shoving a baby bag and a car seat that had her infant daughter, Blaise, already strapped into it at me before pushing me towards the door.
Blaise, according to Baylee, was the one and only thing that could terrify Sebastian.
“Take this down there to the water. Watch what Kettle and Sebastian do. You’ll see what I mean.” Baylee’s eyes were filled with mirth.
Cautiously, I started walking down towards the water, walking carefully down the path that was lined on both sides with rocks. Blaise was incredibly tiny in her car seat, and feelings, ones that only came out when babies were in the vicinity, started swelling in my chest. Making me want things.
I’d made it all the way to the dock. Which was further than I’d expected to get. I was in the process of stepping onto the uneven dock when Blaise was out of my arms, followed by the diaper bag.
I looked up into glaring eyes. One pair belonging to the doting father, and the other to Kettle.
Both looked annoyed that I’d even contemplated getting onto the dock.
“Is there anything else y’all need brought down here?” Sebastian asked in exasperation.
I shrugged and turned around without answering.
I found Baylee in the kitchen pouring milk into a bottle.
“How far onto the dock did you get?” Baylee asked without even turning around.
“Not even. I didn’t even have a foot onto the dock before she was out of my arms.” I told the other woman.
Baylee giggled. “Does that answer your question?”
“Other than they don’t want you or me carrying things when they could do it, you mean? I think you still have to show me some more examples.”