Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
His eyes studied me back, taking in my ponytail, my school shirt, shorts, and Radar before asking his next question.
“If he’s working, why doesn’t he have his partner with him?” He asked in surprise.
“He’s using Kosher tonight.” I said simply.
His head tilted. “Where’d he get a new dog?”
“Why are you nagging my woman, Allen?” Trance’s voice called from the railing below.
My eyes turned to see him leaning his arms along the rail, staring up at us. I stood, effectively making Radar stand, too, and walked over to him.
His eyes flared the closer I got, and I realized he was looking up my shorts.
I snorted and smoothed them down.
He smiled unapologetically, and winked at me.
Boys will be boys, and all.
He was looking hot himself.
He was decked out in his police gear, except today he had on a pair of Ray-Bans that covered his beautiful eyes.
Dropping down so my butt rested against the back of my calves, I found myself staring into his eyes. “Hey,” I said, studying the stitches that Trance was hopeful would be coming out tomorrow.
The swelling had gone down quite a bit, and all that was left was a thin raised red line from ear to temple.
“Who dropped you off?” He asked.
I changed the subject; I really didn’t want to get Adeline in trouble, because I knew for certain it would get back to Kettle.
“How’s Kosher doing with the large crowd?” I asked.
He narrowed his eyes at my evasion, but let me have my way. “He’s a little jumpy, but overall, he’s doing really well.”
I agreed with him. “The loud noises and sheer amount of people is kind of overwhelming. We’ve never been in this type of situation before.”
His eyes locked onto my face and studied it a few moments before answering. “If you need me, just call. I like that you’re sitting with them, though. They’ll take care of you.”
I laughed at that. “Radar won’t even let me pee by myself. I doubt that he’d let anything get close to me that he didn’t deem fit. Let alone hurt me.”
“That’s good. I don’t want anybody to get close to you.”
I leaned forward and gave him a wet kiss on the mouth before standing. “If you happen to go by the concession stand, I want a plate of nachos, Sour Punches, a pickle, and a Mountain Dew.”
He just shook his head and walked away.
I watched him until he disappeared in the crowd.
Well, his ass, anyway.
***
“Bad boys, bad boys,” Shiloh sang. “Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?”
Without even thinking, I answered with, “Hopefully come with them.”
The same thing I’d said to my sister only hours before.
Which caused a riot of laughter out of the women on the other side of Shiloh.
Ember, a badass blonde, had joined us about five minutes ago to come and give her husband, Gabe, a kiss.
She was the trainer for the Kilgore Athletic Department.
Payton, a nurse, was on the other side of Ember, leaning practically over Shiloh and Ember’s lap to yell at me. “Will you share?”
I looked up just in time to see Trance walking towards us with my order from the concession stand. “Fuck no. Trance is all mine.”
Payton giggled. “No, dummy. I was talking about the food.”
“Oh,” I said. “No. You can’t have that either.”
They burst out laughing, and I stood before walking back over to the railing.
“Thank you!” I squealed.
“I expect payment in the form of sexual favors later.” He said as he handed over my drink, nachos, pickle and Sour Punches.
I placed it all on the metal flooring and snuck my upper body through the rails, wrapping my arms around his neck.
I could feel the heavy layers of his Kevlar vest underneath my hands, and I leaned back and regarded him. “Is that vest hot?”
He raised his hand and made a tiny gap in between his thumb and forefinger. “Tid-bit.”
I could tell he was teasing. Mainly because he was sweating like a pig.
It was in the low nineties, but the humidity was what made it so sticky out.
I offered him my coke and he declined. “I drank half of it on my way over already.”
I mock glared at him and gave him one more kiss before he left to do another round with Kosher.
Radar watched them go with longing eyes, so I gave him a nacho to make him feel better.
A sudden uproar from the crowd in front of me had me looking up in time to see a man in blue and gold streaking down the field, leaving everyone behind him in the dust.
“What number is that?” I asked excitedly.
“58.” James, Shiloh’s husband, answered.
I started shrieking. “Go Falco! Go! Run those legs off! GO!”
When he scored, and the home crowd started going wild, I assumed that he made it to the end zone, and I started jumping up and down in excitement. “Woo hoo!”
It was only when the silence of those around me finally started sinking in that I realized I was routing for the home team on the visitor’s side. And all of them were giving me the evil stink eye.
Shiloh’s face was priceless. She was also laughing at my plight.
I sat down, trying to contain the excited squirms that were happening in me.
James snorted. “It’s okay, darlin’. We’ll protect you from those hardcore moms over there.”
I looked in the direction that he’d indicated to find myself staring down a gaggle of moms that were painted from head to toe in red and black. All staring at little old me in my blue and yellow shirt.
“Oh, shit.” I mumbled.
Snorts from all the men this time followed my comment.
Ignoring them as best I could, I finished my nachos and pickle, picked up my drink and Sour Punches, and stood.
“Alright, I’ve got to go make the rounds before this game ends. Thank you for letting me sit with you”
After saying my goodbyes, I walked carefully through the throng of people around the gated track.
It was as we were on the way to the bathroom that I encountered my arch nemesis exiting the very door I was about to go into.