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)
Gabe followed them out, and I gave Max a shove to make him follow just in case Gabe needed a hand. Yes, it was obvious that he was going to go anyway, but what are little sisters for if not to annoy the crap out of you?
“Sam.” I said repeatedly until his eyes turned to me. “Go stand at the window and tell us what’s going on.”
“No. Just leave it. They don’t need an audience. He’ll tell us or he won’t. That’s that.” Sam said seriously.
I looked at him and understood he wasn’t going to budge, so I did the next best thing, which was turn to Cheyenne. Cheyenne was twelve steps ahead of me though, because she was already up and walking towards the window. Fortunately, we were the only ones on this side of the restaurant because Cheyenne started yelling out the play by play.
“Gabe is standing there all badass silent like. The husband is yelling at the wife, the wife is strapping the baby into the car. She doesn’t look happy at all. Kinda like, she swallowed something sour. The baby’s still crying, aloud now. Gabe just said something that made both of their heads whip around as if he slapped them. Must have beens something to do with the baby because Sidney slammed the door and is now standing in front of it, so is the husband. Uh oh. Now they’re pissed. Hubby is gesturing with his hands. Sidney’s face is turning purplish. Uh-oh. Now he’s done. Coming back to us now. He has a look on his face that could strip paint off a car. Spit nails with his teeth. Beat someone until he shit his pants. Until they are lying in their own puddle of tinkle. Like he could shove a longhorn up the guy’s a-“
“Stop. Come sit down, dammit.” Sam scolded.
“My name’s not dammit, it’s Cheyenne.”
“Cheyenne, dammit, that’s not what I meant and you know it.”
“Name’s not Cheyenne Dammit either, by the way.” I pointed out.
Annoyance registered on his face as he said, “Oh my God. Would you two quit?”
“Quit what?” Gabe asked as he took his seat at the table.
No Max yet though. He was still outside. That or taking a piss, because he did that, too.
Cheyenne ignored the question and asked, “Where’s Max?”
Gabe knew a diversion when he heard one but let it go and answered, “Either Sidney drove him to drink, or he needed to take a piss.”
“I ordered you the enchiladas.” I said, but what I meant was tell me what happened.
“Is that one of the girl ways of asking me what happened?” He asked.
I fluttered my eyelashes at him and waited.
Heaving a sigh he said, “Not much happened. I wanted to make sure my girl was all right. They have to submit to a DNA test tomorrow morning. They said as much, or the husband did. He flat out said that he would prove it tomorrow morning. I don’t know what the fuck he’s thinking though, how a baby with that coloring comes from two blonde haired blue-eyed people is beyond me. She must have snowed him good.”
The rest of the evening was spent at home with us alone. Gabe must have felt sorry for me because he let me watch Twilight and didn’t complain one time. Just sat there and occasionally rolled his eyes. One time I think he muttered something about ‘sparkling douches’ under his breath, but I could have been mistaken. He must have known I needed comforting though, because when I put on the third twilight he didn’t mutter a sound. Only took it like the man he was.
It was going great until we were lying in bed. Gabe was on his side, I was on mine. Tonight wasn’t a cuddling night. Seems being stabbed didn’t allow that to happen easily. He brought up my plans for the next day.
“Well after the doctor, I thought I would come back here and hang with Cheyenne since she’s off. What are you doing tomorrow?” I asked sleepily.
“I’m going to finish the paint on the auction bike tomorrow. I’ll go with you to the appointment, and then bring you back. I want you to stay here. Clean the house. Fold the clothes. Watch TV on your ass all day. I want you to stay inside, away from the workers. If you go see Cheyenne, I want you to stay there. It would be better if you had her come here so nobody saw you. We’re going to have a crew out here tomorrow. They have to level the ground towards the back of the shop. We’re adding on a building for the custom bikes we plan to make in the future. Also more to the point it’s going to be a security hub. We’re going to start monitoring a few places, and we need something more secure to store our Freebirds documents, computer equipment, and security paraphernalia. Things are getting bigger than we originally intended, and having higher security will make it safer for all involved.”
Vaguely I heard him finish his discussion, but I was stuck on ‘fold laundry’ and ‘clean the house.’ It wasn’t often that my feministic side came out, but when it did, I could be a right bitch. Whew, boy. Gird your loins. Getting up to my knees in bed, I reached over and turned on the light, and then turned to face Gabe.
“Did you just tell me to clean the house? What am I, your maid?”
Gabe’s brows lowered in confusion when my rant started.
“I was just giving you ideas to-“
“No. Just no. You can do your own laundry. You can pick up your coke cans. You can put your own socks into the laundry room. You can wash your own dishes.”
He interrupted me by taking my mouth in a heated kiss. He stopped before it could get too far, because hey, I was injured.
“Would you shut the fuck up? I wasn’t telling you to do anything. I was telling you that you needed to stay inside while the crew is here, that’s all. Turn the bitch off.”