Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Boobs, butt, and hips—I had it all. I just had a lot of it all.
I wore a size ten on a good day, and a size twelve on all the others.
I had a love for pizza and all things fattening, and it showed on the days I couldn’t control my urges.
My body also disgusted me.
I hated it. I hated everything about my thighs and my boobs.
I hated that my breasts were the first things to draw a man’s attention.
I hated that I could never find jeans that fit my ass and thighs.
I hated that I couldn’t find a shirt that fit my pudgy belly and my size D boobs.
Overall, I had a definite complex when it came to my body, and to have Bowe run away after seeing it was definitely disheartening. Especially since I had the hots for the damn man.
Fucking wonderful.
With no parting words to my brother so he wouldn’t tell me to get out of his coveralls, I went out the side door in case Bowe was still there, and headed to my car.
Dammit, it was only eleven and I was already having a bad day.
Chapter 4
I am strong. But I’m fucking tired. So the bed is going to have to be enough for now. Tomorrow I’ll worry about what’s become of my life.
-Bowe’s secret thoughts
Bowe
“Stupid, goddamned kids these days wouldn’t know to be scared if they heard banjo music while canoeing,” I muttered to my partner on the ambulance for tonight, Tai.
Tai looked over at me with a wide grin.
“You’re trying to tell me that you think that kid’s stupid?” He nearly said it with a straight face.
Nearly.
“Yes,” I replied. “Incredibly so.”
My eyes went to the kid who had tried to outrun a police officer while on a fucking bicycle, of all things.
“You’re being too hard on him,” Tai teased. “Just look. He got pretty far on it.”
“That was because Downy let him get that far,” I told him as I opened the door to the ambulance. “Now we have to go all the way down that stupid hill for him.”
“Yo,” Downy, a cop on the Kilgore Police Department, as well as a member of the SWAT team with us, called as he saw us approach. “You get the story on him?”
“Yeah,” I nodded my head. “Dispatch told us that he was impaled.”
“He is,” Downy pointed. “On his own bicycle.”
I sighed as I looked over the bridge. “How does that even happen?”
Tai shrugged as we both made our way down the steep slope of the underpass, coming to a stop at the side where we looked at the kid.
He wasn’t too bad off.
Overall, he looked pretty good.
The only thing wrong with him was that he had the handlebars of his bike impaling him in the ass.
And not in any way that could be perceived as good.
Lucky for him, he was impaled in the meat of his ass rather than into his anus like he could have been.
Forty-five minutes later we were just walking back into the fire station after dropping the dumbass off at the hospital with his police escort when another call came in.
“Unit four, we have a MVC at the Loop and Fourth,” Pam, a new dispatcher, called out in her incredibly annoying voice.
Tai and I looked at each other, and I sighed as we turned back around, the smell of Gumbo tantalizing our noses and senses as we left.
“10-4, Unit Four in route,” Tai muttered into the mic at his shoulder.
“Fuckin’ A,” Tai growled. “That smelled so damn good.”
It had.
It’d been simmering for hours, and it would still be good when we got back.
Then again, I’d made the food, so I would know.
There just better be some left when I got back or I’d be kicking some asses.
“It did,” I agreed. “Hopefully, we can get back before the next shift shows up and tries to eat it.”
We’d been out all night, and hadn’t had a single second of rest since the shift started.
Now we were looking at our fifth call in a row, and as long as we were lucky, we’d be going home after this one.
Likely that wouldn’t be happening, though.
That wasn’t how our luck was running today.
Flipping on the sirens to the ambulance, Tai lit us up and I pulled out only seconds after we got back in.
“Might want to avoid the next street,” Tai said. “They were fucking with the lights when I went past them this morning.”
“I saw,” I grunted. “That’s what made me late to work.”
“Oh yeah,” Tai offered me a smile. “I forgot that you’re in a different house now.”
I was in a different house.
In fact, I was now in a different house than I was in the week before.
“That house is done now,” I told him. “I bought it to flip, but it was at an auction and I never got a good look at the inside. Was fucking finished to perfection, and I didn’t have to touch it at all before I listed it for twice that.”