Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
“Are you sure?” Larissa guiltily adjusted her scarf. “I wouldn’t mind if you went.”
“I would stop while you’re ahead.”
Deciding to take Lana’s advice, she headed for the bedroom door with her purse and cell phone.
In the living room, she gave Jace numerous kisses before giving him back to her mother.
“Thanks again. I appreciate you keeping him tonight. We shouldn’t be too late.”
Holding Jace in the crook of her arm, her mom started rocking him, her face filled with confusion. “Moon said you wouldn’t be back until morning.”
“No, I just want him to think that’s the case.”
“Okay. Then I guess I’ll see you later tonight.”
After saying good night to her sisters, Larissa grabbed her keys off the hall table.
“Larissa …” her mother called out, “text me a picture of Jesus in his costume for me.”
Larissa paused. “Why?”
“So I know which one he is. Since you won’t be staying, I thought I would check the party out when you get home.”
Her mouth dropped open, appalled at the thought of her mother going to a Last Rider party. Killyama had filled her in on how wild the parties could get.
“You can’t go,” she said firmly.
The disciplinarian in her mother came out. “And may I ask why not?”
Larissa told her the truth. “Mom, there is no way. Dad would turn over in his grave.”
“Pfft. Then your dad shouldn’t have up and died on me.”
“He had a heart attack after you convinced him to join the Mile-High Club on the way back from Hawaii.”
“Are you going to throw that at me again?” Her mom bristled. “The man was in perfect health. How was I supposed to know he had a bad ticker? Am I supposed to never have sex again?”
Larissa was dumbfounded at her mother’s memory.
“You started having sex with younger men six months after Dad died. You could at least stick to men your own age.”
“No way. I won’t put myself through that again. Younger guys have longer—”
“Lives,” Lana hurriedly finished for her.
“O … kay …” her mom drawled out. “I was going to say dicks, but we can go with that if you’re too embarrassed with me discussing sex with you.”
“We are.” Nodding fervently, Larissa left before her mother started talking other merits of being with younger men.
Poor Jesus. She should really warn him that her mother had set her sights on him. He had given her ride home. The least she could do was drop the hint for him to get a physical and to increase his health and life insurance coverage.
He wouldn’t be the first kill for her cougar mother. She’d hate for Jesus to be her fourth.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
How in the world had she talked herself into coming to this party? And where was Killyama? She should have been here by now. If she weren’t such a wimp, she would use the back door of the club instead of waiting for Killyama as they had planned.
She was about to head back home when she saw Killyama coming up the path. The closer she walked toward her, the more Lana’s words played in her mind. Killyama’s appearance showed how vastly different they had dressed for the party.
Her outfit was Halloween-y, just as Lana had warned. She hadn’t been terribly worried because Killyama had told her she was coming as a bounty hunter. On which planet did bounty hunters dress the way Killyama was? Wearing long, black stiletto boots with black leather-clad legs tucked inside, she wore a black tube top, which left her midriff bare, exposing the swells of her breasts. Over the outfit, she wore a black leather coat, which billowed out from her lithe body to her feet. On her head, she wore a black hoodie, which seemed to cowl around her neck. At least Killyama wasn’t wearing a mask.
She came to a stop a few steps from her. “What in the fuck are you wearing?”
“I told you I was being a bad Sandy.”
“Bitch, there’s bad, and then there’s bad. What you’re wearing is pathetic.”
It only took Killyama one stride to take her by the arm and lead her down the path she had come from.
“I knew better than coming.” Struggling to keep up with Killyama’s quick strides, she nearly tripped when she would have turned in the direction of the parking lot, only to be jerked back in the direction of Killyama’s house.
“Why are we going to your house? You don’t have to keep me company. I’ll—”
“I’m not going to miss shit. You’re going to get out of this crap. I’ve got something you can wear. Something told me your idea of bad wouldn’t be the same as mine.”
When they reached her house, Killyama flung open the door and ushered her toward the bedroom. Releasing her arm, she went to the closet and returned with a confection of black tulle.