Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 105667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Ronowski looked scared when he asked God what he was doing.
“You shouldn’t be alone tonight.” God's tone clearly indicated it was a command not a suggestion.
“Hey, God. I heard Day is doing good and headed home. That’s fuckin’ awesome, man.” Johnson stuck his hand out to shake God’s and God gave it a couple good pumps before he released it.
“You never have to worry about me overstepping my bounds again. I promise you that.” Johnson looked God in his eyes, and he knew the big man was giving him his respect.
“I appreciate that, Johnson,” God responded.
Johnson released a harsh breath. “Well. Guess I’ll go on home and see if a ball game is on. See ya.” Johnson turned to leave.
“The Braves are on tonight,” Ronowski called out to Johnson’s back.
God had to close his mouth, gaping open in surprise.
Johnson turned and wasted no time asking the blond beauty if he wanted to watch the game with him.
Ronowski flushed when all their attention was focused on him.
“Uhm. Sure. I just need to get my stuff. I’ll be r-right back,” he stammered and walked quickly toward the precinct.
God saw Johnson watch Ronowski’s ass move as he walked; not taking his eyes off him until he was inside the building.
Johnson turned back toward him and waggled his eyebrows. “Well my night is looking brighter.”
God just shook his head at the now extremely happy man. He looked in Johnson’s eyes and put on his serious face.
“You know that man’s story already. He’s just starting to believe what Day’s been saying to him for years, but he’s scared as fuck. If you hurt him in any way, Day will hurt you.”
Johnson stopped grinning and looked back at God. “I thought Day hated him?”
“Day is complex, Johnson. He’s crazy about Ronowski, that’s why he rides the man so hard.”
“I get that,” Johnson responded. “All right. I don’t mind doing the slow thing. We’ll start with wings and a game tonight.” Johnson shrugged and started inching toward his car. “Next week, maybe dinner and a movie.”
“Sounds good, bro.” God waved and climbed in his truck. Now that he was done playing Chuck Woolery and there were no more love connections to be made. He was going home to his sweetheart.
I Can’t Lose You
“Jaxson, I’m fine really, and I won’t be home alone. God is living with me now… remember?”
Day tried to reason with his stubborn big brother. Jaxson maneuvered the small sedan into Day’s driveway and Day’s heart rate picked up at the sight of God’s truck already there.
“Oh and when did Cashel get a medical degree?” Jaxson huffed. “You may require medical attention in the middle of the night, and I won’t be there.”
Day smirked. “The only attention I’ll require in the middle of the night won’t require you being there to give it to me.” Day winked. “The right man for the job will be there.”
“You’re a perv.” Jaxson laughed. “Okay, okay. Just take it easy for the next few days and call me tomorrow.”
“All right.” Day leaned over and gave Jaxson a wet, sloppy kiss on the cheek until the man was pushing at him to get away.
Day laughed and grabbed his hospital bag that held his personal items. He looked at his brother.
“Thanks again for coming, Jax. I’ll call you tomorrow. Tell Lisa I said hi and I love her.”
“Will do,” Jax replied and put his car in reverse.
Jaxson backed out of the driveway and Day gave him one final wave before walking up his Ardesia Stone pathway to his front door. Day didn’t tell his brother everything that happened during the raid. Only that he’d got caught in a bad situation and the captain thought he should get checked out medically before going home. Jaxson didn’t like the vague answer, but Day wasn’t ready to discuss the details with anyone else… not until he spoke to God.
He used his key to enter and noticed that not one single light was on downstairs. He went into the kitchen—not bothering to turn on any lights—took a couple bottles of water out the fridge and dragged his tired body upstairs.
He could hear jazz playing quietly as he walked down the hallway, and despite his exhaustion a smile crept across his face.
Day opened the door slowly and squinted at the dark figure standing in front of his window. There were no lights on in the bedroom either, only the light filtering in from the streetlamps outside.
God hadn’t turned around. His back muscles were taut. He had one long arm braced against the top of the windowsill. He was shirtless and his sweats were hanging low on his hips, and Day could just barely make out the fierce lion on God’s back in the pale lighting. Day could smell the freshness of God’s shower. He dropped his bag and placed the water on the dresser.