Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Heavy, hungry, low grumbles are followed by him toeing off his shoes and crawling into the stretch of bed behind Bunny. Once there, he drapes an arm over my arm that’s still wound around her while I keep the other extended to lightly toy with the strands of his hair that I can reach.
His thumb gently stroking me inspires mine to lovingly brush Bunny and Bunny in turn to sweetly caress the spot she hurt only moments ago. For just a moment…for just a long…overdue moment…the three of us quietly lie in absolute peace.
The shit we used to have more often.
That I look forward to having full-time again as soon as possible.
Eventually, I angle my attention towards my best friend. “Why were you gone so long? Was there…uh…” a nervous lump springs upward forcing me to pause to push it back down, “trouble?”
“You could say that.”
Our girlfriend’s head tilts just enough to inform us she’s listening.
“The meeting with Garcia was perfect.”
It’s impossible not to frown over his word choice.
“All of our cases are legally well in motion and favorable.”
“Then what was the issue?”
“McAdams was in Spike Village.”
At that Bunny completely rotates in our grasp to face him, horror so tangible I swear I can practically feel her skin crawl.
“Relax, Rabbit.” Nolan quietly demands while looking directly into her eyes. “He’s gone.”
“You kill him?” I instantly inquire on the heels of his proclamation. “That what took so long?”
The sarcastic expression I’m shot is attached to a snarky statement, “No. I didn’t commit first degree murder in fuckin’ broad daylight, Kid.”
I would.
For them.
“I’m smarter than that.”
To our surprise, our girlfriend playfully wiggles a hand around as if arguing otherwise.
His good-natured glare drops to hers at the same time his hand lowers to cup her ass, brushing against my crotch. “Someone’s being a very naughty Rabbit…”
“You mean she’s being a Bad Bunny,” I teasingly interject only to be met by two confused expressions. “You know…like the…like the rapper?”
Nolan’s brow pierces tightly together. “Why would you name yourself Bad Bunny?”
An innocent shrug is all I can present.
“That’s a terrible name.”
He doesn’t wait for any sort of retort.
“You know when I was your age-”
Bunny immediately places a hand on his chest and shakes her head in disapproval, an action that instantly gets me snickering.
“Fuckme,” our boyfriend grouses under his breath. “Did I really almost just say that?”
She eagerly nods while I verbally respond, “You did.”
“Out loud?”
“For all of those with good hearing to hear,” I goad between chuckles.
He grumbles and groans prompting our woman to giggle.
Snuggle in closer.
Provide him with a gentle pat of reassurance that I wish were accompanied by words instead of just light laughter.
Although, who the fuck am I kidding?
Hearing her laugh is like having NOS injected directly into my engine.
I’ll take the boost.
Any boost.
Post our laughter dying down, I proceed with searching for the answers we need. “What happened with McAdams?” Bunny resumes her tense nature the instant his name has been spoken a second time. “Is he locked up? In the ER? Buried alive?” It’s impossible to keep mirth out of my begging. “Please, say buried alive, Nolan.”
“Back in Florida.”
In tandem, the two of us present him with curious glares.
“Garcia called in a couple of favors and had him tailed through the city the second he had that information. One team followed him from his business meeting to the lakeside lunch he had, where they were tagged out and another pair in. That pair followed him to a bit of jewelry shopping on Raft Row – thank fuck Garcia had me dressed up, so I didn’t stick the hell out – which is where we took over surveillance. We followed him from there to the private strip where I watched him board his plane while Garcia pretended to arrange his own private airfare shit.” Nolan briefly pauses. “I mean I assume he was pretendin’. Hard to say sometimes. That fucker has more money than I realized. My ass should’ve never offered to pay for brunch.”
Pretty sure him paying for brunch just makes the shit sound even more like a date, but I ain’t about to check those fluid levels.
Not when there really is more important shit to focus on.
“You’re sure he got on that plane?” I calmly prod knowing it’s what Bunny would ask if she were speaking.
“I watched that shit with my own two eyes.”
“And you’re sure he landed in Florida?”
“Garcia had a couple of contacts spot the plane, watch him exit, and then take a few photos for confirmation. I didn’t leave until I got them.”
The softest, sweetest sigh shakes Bunny’s entire frame as she seems to melt into the mattress.
“How does he have so many fuckin’ contacts?”
“He’s a businessman.”
“You said he was an attorney.”
“He is. And the law is his business. Let’s leave it at that.”
Or we could not.