Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
“He’ll be happy as long as you have a helmet, dimwit.” James grumped.
Throwing my ruler at him blindly I said, “Order it.”
Cheyenne one clicked it, and that was that.
“You know, he said to pick one up at the Harley shop today.” James said helpfully.
“I didn’t like any of those, loser. Plus, this will be here tomorrow by one in the afternoon, guaranteed.” I replied.
“Doesn’t help the fact that he will want you to have it for tonight when we do that rally for the local schools.”
“I’ll wear Cheyenne’s. Since she’s not allowed on the bike anymore.”
“I am so going on the bike. Get your own helmet.” Cheyenne said.
“No you’re not. Sam said so, and we both agree. No more bike for the pregnant chick.” I said, nodding to James with my head.
“Harrumph.” She grouched.
“Speaking of which, we need to go ahead and get some hotel rooms. Gabe left me his card so we could charge them on the company account. Let’s go ahead and get that over with since we’re already here.” I advised.
Thirty minutes, 4 websites, and six hundred dollars later we had six rooms for two nights. The town of Tulsa was going to be insanely busy, so we booked our hotels about forty-five minutes from there in a small town called Bixby. We probably weren’t the only ones to think staying an hour drive away would be easier in the end, but it would have to do.
“Alrighty then. I have myself a date at Shogun’s tonight with Gabe after the rally. What should I wear?” I asked Cheyenne.
For the next couple of hours we listened to the soundtrack for Pitch Perfect and searched for some clothes that would be appropriate for a biker babe, and a hot date at Shogun’s, one of the nicest restaurants in three towns.
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“Shouldn’t we be getting to the rally?” I asked.
“We are. I just wanted to take you here first.” Gabe said as he pulled up in front of a plain brick building.
The black door sported a gun decal with Doc underneath of it.
“What is this place?” I asked.
“This is the Gun Doctor.” He said as if I knew what he was talking about, which I didn’t.
Why would you need a gun doctor?
“Umm, why?” I asked confused.
“So we can get you a pistol that’s more comfortable for you, and fits your hand better.” Gabe said simply.
Well didn’t that just explain everything? He held the door for me, and the smell of gun oil immediately assaulted my senses, making me sneeze. It smelled extremely strong, but I guess that’s something that is normal for a gun place. Wouldn’t want your gun to jam when you needed it most, would we? Best to keep it oiled and clean, otherwise what’s the point?
There were glass cases encircling the room. Any and every type of gun adorned the cases spread about three inches apart. On the walls hung some rifles and shotguns. Immediately my eye snagged on a purple shotgun, and I fell in love.
“I want that one.” I said pointing to it.
“That one won’t fit into your purse.” He said dryly.
“Okay, but when we come back I’m getting that one.” I said before starting to look into all the cases.
“Can I help y’all?” a young sales associate asked.
“You the Gun Doctor?” I asked him.
“Nope. Just an employee. Can I show you anything?” The sales associate asked.
“This one.” I said pointing towards a black gun with hot pink grips.
“Jesus, I should have known you’d pick that one. That one is a .40 caliber. Not too bad of a gun either. It’s a Ruger SR40. We can get you some lithium sites for it too.” Gabe said.
“Damn. I guess you don’t really even need me.” The sales associate stated.
“We want to take it into the range and try it out. We’ll need a box of ammo too. Some of those disposable ear plugs also.” Gabe said.
The associate didn’t hop to very fast though. He was busy checking out my tits. I knew I should have worn a bra, but Cheyenne guaranteed me that I didn’t need one.
“Now would be nice.” Gabe barked.
Rolling my eyes, I began to wander the room while they discussed the details. This place would be the place you would want to be if you were ever attacked by someone, or something. Every type of gun imaginable was here. Some even looked like they were from the future. One of the guns had a round tip at the end of the barrel and I studied it wondering what it was.
“Laser sights.” Gabe said from behind me, making me jump three feet in the air.
“Jesus. Don’t you ever stop doing that? You’re like a fricking cat!” I gasped.
Gabe’s smile was beautiful and I always felt my heart flutter when he gave me one like he was giving me now.
Wandering around some more, I came to a stop in front of the shotgun again.
“Can I help you?” A young woman asked.
She was probably a year or two older than my twenty-six. She had short blonde hair that came to just under her chin. She was tiny, maybe five feet at the most. The more I looked at her, the more she seemed familiar to me. She seemed to be studying me as well. Her head was tilted slightly to the side. I’d seen her before. Then suddenly it hit me.
“Jolie!” I squealed.
“Ember?” She asked.
“When did you move back?” I asked excitedly.
She smiled sadly before saying, “My mom passed away a few months ago. This is the first time I’ve been back, ya’ know, since that happened.”
I nodded sadly. Jolie’s dad killed James’ best friend in high school. Something terrible had happened to her, and I haven’t seen her since she left in the middle of senior year. James was always sticking up for her, watching over her. They’d started spending a ton of time together, and he and Max double dated a lot. Cheyenne and I had been in junior high when all of that went down, and though we heard about it, we never experienced it firsthand.