Nice & Thick (Just a Taste #2) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors: Series: Just a Taste Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
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8. Rhodes

“Rhodes, I think this might have been overkill,” Kyra says after walking through the big-box store. We loaded up on water, some kind of protein drinks Kyra swears are the best, protein powder for myself, more snacks than I’ve ever bought before, beer, wine, and all the ingredients for nachos. What I’ve learned about Kyra is she’s a snacker. She’ll eat a meal if I cook dinner, but for the most part, she’d rather snack throughout the day. I’m not mad about it. These prices are hard to beat, and since I don’t see her leaving any time soon, we might as well stock up.

I’m not going to comment about how it was her idea to aisle shop. I don’t think there's a foot in this place we haven't touched. Electronics, houseware shit, clothes, and books were the tip of the iceberg. Kyra picked three paperbacks, one a romance, one a biography, and another about a serial killer. Remind me to never piss her off; she’s got quite the eclectic taste. I picked up a few things I noticed that were looking rough for the house, mainly hand towels and washcloths. Then we headed to the grocery section, and that’s when shit got real. The next section we headed to was the food area, and that’s when shit got real. Even though we went to a restaurant for lunch before shopping, the two of us polished off an appetizer. I had a burger and fries, and Kyra had a chicken wrap with sweet potato fries for Kyra. I offered to order dessert, but she shook her head, and we got the check. Then we came here. Clearly, eating beforehand didn’t help us do less damage.

“Nah, it’ll all get eaten. One way or the other.” It took a lot longer at the store than it normally would for the middle of the week in the early afternoon. Apparently, more than half of Daytona had the same idea. Either it’s payday for the majority of the citizens or the hurricane getting worse has others panic buying.

Since it’s still early in hurricane season this year, I had no idea what all we had at the house, so we picked up some essentials as a necessity. This surgery didn’t give me near enough time to prepare beforehand. Paper products, batteries, non-perishable items you wouldn’t normally get piled up. And while I can control the power with the generator, the same can’t be said for the water. The city could very well turn the water off and has in the past when shit gets too dicey. The only thing left to do is to check on the home generator once we’re back. It routinely kicks on once a week. Still, I’d rather be safe than sorry.

Once everything is off-loaded and put away, I’ll turn on the news and get a feel for what’s happening. Kade and I will need to decide our game plan for Whitecaps, and I’ll make sure he’s good to go at his place with Drena. While our homes are one thing, the store will be a different story entirely. While we have a sand dune to help keep the water away from the house, Whitecaps being on the main road to the beach means water could potentially enter the store a fuck of a lot easier.

“Before it goes bad?”

“Without a doubt. The fruit can be frozen, so can most everything else.” I’ve watched Kyra eat a box of blackberries for a snack. This shit will get eaten well beforehand. We both work out, her more on cardio, me on weights. It’s not like we’ve gone out to eat much either, mainly because I didn’t want to use a crutch, have people staring, and dealing with the questions. When you’re a business owner in this small of a town, the locals know everything within ten or twenty minutes.

Kyra looks up at me like I’ve got two heads. “Sweetheart, I wasn’t raised by a pack of wolves. Had a grandma growing up who taught me how to cook. She lived through the Great Depression, so there wasn’t a whole lot that went to waste. What we don’t eat, we’ll freeze. We can use the fruit for smoothies and do similar with the vegetables, but I'll create a stir fry for later.”

We head for the lady at the exit. I nod to her and hand over my receipt. She does a quick perusal between the piece of paper and my cart and scans a couple of items.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Have a great day.”

Kyra is handed the receipt, and I can tell she still wants to talk about the excess food. I’m beginning to think it’s not about the food itself but the fact I wouldn’t let her pay for what she thinks is her portion. She had tried to place cash on the table for lunch and when I refused, she’d grumbled about not helping pull her weight.



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