Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 146392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
And Aidan would be moving in a few short weeks because he and Carys had an apartment near the hospital they both worked at waiting for them after the wedding.
Would they offer him Aidan’s old room? He didn’t want it. He wanted to be with Lou, but he had to think about the fact that he could be in Dallas for a while, and though he loved his parents, he didn’t want to live with them.
Big Tag sighed. “That’s fair, I suppose, but you have to admit this place is a piece of crap. I would think Julian Lodge would plunk down better money for the place his kids play at. That old man has gotten stingy.”
Gabriel Lodge was a founding member of The Hideout, and he preferred not to take money from his billionaire father. Not because he didn’t love the man but rather he wanted to be independent. TJ kind of thought Gabe enjoyed hanging out with the regular folk. He seemed perfectly happy to spend his off time working on building the club with his own two hands.
“Be nice.” Aunt Charlotte sat next to his uncle. “The club is coming along beautifully, Coop. I like what you’ve done with the lounge. It’s tasteful and functional.”
“Until it burns down because we’re in a neighborhood full of meth dealers,” his uncle muttered under his breath.
His uncle had gotten soft. Yes, the neighborhood wasn’t great, but Sanctum hadn’t exactly been located in Highland Park.
“You don’t have to be here. You could conference call in,” a feminine voice said.
Kenzie walked in, followed by Lou.
Every head turned because for some reason Kenzie had changed into an electric blue corset and PVC leggings. Her magenta hair was done in loose curls that flowed around her shoulders, and she had on a set of heels that would probably mean she could look TJ straight in the eyes.
God, his cousin was trouble. She must be serious about this Ben guy.
And Lou had changed, too. Lou was dressed like an Amish unicorn. She had on an ankle-length jean skirt and a sparkly unicorn sweater that covered every inch of her torso.
Brat.
“Kenzie Shay Taggart, what the fuck are you wearing?” Uncle Ian said in his best dad tone.
Aunt Charlotte was hiding a smile behind her hand.
Kenzie turned, a hand on her curvy hip. “I am in the club and I am a sub in this club, so I am properly dressed. It’s the rest of you who are not respecting the club. I don’t know what’s up with Lou. Her boob dress is practically fet wear, but she insisted on changing.”
“We’re in the conference room,” Lou countered. “And I’m not wearing the boob dress because everyone calls it the boob dress. And we all know why Kenz is dressed like that. Ben Parker is about to be here.”
“Well, I say, that will get the man’s attention.” Oliver Knight perked up. He’d been sulking all afternoon, spending most of his time arguing with his parents over the phone. “As distractions go, you’ll do, cos, and might I say the term cousin is affectionate. There’s no blood between us. Not at all. You should think about that. I’m much more fun than the Canadian.”
Samantha Knight rolled her eyes and winced as she sat back. He’d heard Kala had gotten the British operative in a choke hold that had her out for a good three minutes, but it seemed to have done the trick because the two had been talking earlier and using more than four letter words.
“You little shit,” his uncle began. “What do you think I’m going to do to you for ogling my daughter?”
Oliver shrugged as though completely unworried about any possible outcome. “I don’t know. You should worry about me ogling your wife. You are looking gorgeous tonight, Mrs. Taggart, and really, your daughter’s right. Fet wear only for pretty subs. Does anyone have a set of leathers I can borrow?”
“I’ve got a ball gag you can borrow.” Zach looked up from his notes. He and Cooper had been in the conference room when TJ had come in, poring over notes and reports. Now he looked up at the MI6 agent. “Look, if you think my last name not being Taggart is going to save you because I won’t let them filet and eat you, you’re wrong. I’m hungry, and I bet your posh ass is like Wagyu beef. So keep it up and see how long you last here, Your Highness.” He glanced over at Charlotte. “Though you do look lovely, Mrs. Taggart. In or out of fetwear.”
Cooper nodded his way. “Nice save, brother.”
“See, that was the way you compliment a woman in a fet club,” his uncle agreed. “Polite. Hello, madam, your breasts are looking luscious this evening, and I hope you have some spectacularly filthy sex with the partner of your choice. Civilized. And how does our military CO feel about his operative’s clothes?”