Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
We’d be at least another two hours if not more.
“No,” I admitted. “We still have to go all the way through. The last night I allow her to do all the stuff she wants to do since it’s usually slower. I can keep a better eye on her.”
He was already nodding his head. “I like that. So,” he looked at JP, “I’m heading out on my own then. Can y’all let me know that you made it back safely?”
He looked at his watch, and I realized that if he left right now, he wouldn’t be getting back until well after four in the morning.
That was going to really suck. Him driving through the night.
“You be careful,” I replied.
His eyes flashed up to meet mine, and a glint of happiness shone through the wariness.
“I’m always careful,” he said. “It’s the other drivers that aren’t.”
“JP,” I said to my daughter. “Can you go get in that funnel cake line? I’m going to talk to Kobe alone for a few seconds before I meet you over there.”
JP nodded gravely as if it was a very important matter—funnel cakes usually were—and turned her gaze toward Kobe.
“I’ll see you soon, Kobesama,” JP chirped, then she was gone.
“I never gave that kid a fair shake,” he said sadly. “I’m sorry for not doing this earlier, Folsom.”
I waited until she was in place before turning to Kobe.
We were halfway between two tents, our only line of sight the caramel apple cart behind us and the funnel cake cart in front of us.
But even knowing we were about as insulated as we could get from prying eyes, I did what I did next anyway with zero compunctions on who saw.
I stepped right up into Kobe’s personal space, my breasts dragging deliciously along the hard wall of his diaphragm, and stood on tiptoes.
“Kiss me, Kobe Sano,” I ordered.
His eyes were sparkling when he bent down and pressed his mouth against mine.
His hands went to my waist and squeezed, and I knew, due to my blood disorder, I’d likely have bruising there tomorrow. But I didn’t care. Not one single bit.
Though, I was slightly thankful that he was going home, and it’d give those bruises time to heal. He’d hate himself if he saw them, and it was a pain in the ass to have to explain that anything, even sometimes light touches, left bruising toward the end of my medication cycle.
But he didn’t need to know that, right?
Right.
I definitely agreed with myself wholeheartedly.
And then I completely forgot about medication, and even my name, when Kobe deepened the kiss. It went from something light and airy to dark and sultry in the span of a second.
One second, his hands were on my hips, and the next, they were on my ass, pulling me in tight to him as he pressed his body up against mine.
His very hard, very muscular, very erect body.
“Mama!”
I groaned and pulled away from the kiss, my head totally spacey and unsure which way was up.
“I gotta go,” I breathed.
His lips quirked as he tucked that rogue stray hair behind my ear again before saying, “I’ll see you soon, Folsom.”
Then I was watching him walk away.
I was also quietly admitting to myself, aloud for all to hear, that my love for Kobe Sano was alive and definitely well.
“Holy hell,” I breathed. “I love that man.”
“Good for you, honey,” I heard someone say as they passed. “Love is the best thing in the world until they die on you.”
And with that morbid thought, I moved toward the front of the line where my girl had already paid and was waiting impatiently for me to come drag myself over to help with the food.
“Where did you get money?” I asked.
My girl smiled. “Kobe gave me fifty bucks and told me to treat you to dinner.” She held up her funnel cake. “I really like him, Mom.”
I took my funnel cake and we moved toward the benches. “I really like him, too.”
Throughout the night, I pulled my phone out and checked up on him.
Each time I saw him move over eighty miles per hour, I made a note of it and swore I’d bring it up to him in the next email I sent him.
The rat.
He shouldn’t be going that fast.
I watched his red dot until he pulled into the alley behind his work hours later. Only when the alarm panel disengaged, then reengaged, did I go to sleep.
His text of “I’m home” was waiting on me when I woke up the next morning.
CHAPTER 15
Every woman is a doll. Whether it’s Barbie, Annabelle, or Voodoo is a roll of the dice.
-Coffee Cup
KOBE
“Found you,” I crowed, standing up and fist-pumping the empty air of my office.
After three days of intense leg work on my end, I’d found the woman that’d taken the hit to take out Folsom.