Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 136247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 681(@200wpm)___ 545(@250wpm)___ 454(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 681(@200wpm)___ 545(@250wpm)___ 454(@300wpm)
A second later, the biff door opens and Tory walks out.
“You okay?” I hurry toward her. “I was beginning to wonder if you died in there, Peach.”
“I’m fine,” she says with a laugh. “And I believe I got just what you need.”
“What?” I squint at her.
“Not here,” she whispers, hooking her arm through mine and turning toward the grandstands. “Let’s go sit down again so the sun won’t be shining on my phone. I’ll show you.”
“Your phone? You got pictures of Selleck?”
It’s too good to be true.
She tugs at me to start walking beside her, so I do. “And a video. All I had to do was crack the biff door a little. Gave me a perfect shot of the space between his truck and trailer.”
“No shit?” An irresistible smile pulls at my lips.
“Really, Quinn. You’re set.”
“I owe you then, lady. And here I was scared the burrito made you sick as a dog.”
She laughs. “Hardly. That was the best freaking thing I’ve ever eaten.”
“Better than eggplant parmesan?”
Her laughter flows out of her and she tumbles against me, this soft slip of a woman with the world’s most infectious laugh.
Dammit, I’m grinning as I catch her, help steady her feet, and tighten my grip as we head back to the arena.
“I believe I’ve found granny’s kryptonite,” she whispers, her eyes narrowing with mischief. “All the more reason I have to make sure she tries it.”
“So that’s what’s going on. You’re trying to give the poor old gal indigestion.”
“Oh, I’m so onto her with that eggplant. She didn’t wriggle her way out of it tonight. Just delayed the inevitable.”
I smile, thinking Granny Coffey has met her match in her very own granddaughter.
As soon as we sit down in our seats, Tory hands me her phone.
“Here, have a look. Fair warning, it’s kinda graphic.”
Her cheeks are tinged bright pink, which makes me frown, until the video starts.
Holy shit.
This time the girl has good reason to blush.
It’s practically a bad porn clip featuring Selleck and Rosie, tits and ass galore. She’s sitting on the truck seat, and he’s standing next to the open door.
Her shirt is open, and he’s taken full advantage of her exposed tits, going at her like a fucking bear.
I twist the phone carefully and hold a hand over the screen, making sure no one around us can see what’s playing.
What’s on this screen right now definitely ain’t fit for polite company.
Despite my twisting and turning, it’s enough to identify both faces besides all the other skin showing.
William Selleck’s goose is about to get cooked to a crisp by Joyce’s lawyer.
Tory’s position in the biff gave her a clear shot of everything. Selleck kept glancing around between going to town on his mistress, but he never noticed the door cracked open in the rows and rows of portable toilets.
No wonder he’d gone straight inside his trailer.
After what they did, he’s bound to need some cooling off time.
“Can you send everything?” I ask, clicking off her phone.
Tory takes it back and glances at the screen with her lips twisted. “Hmm. It’s probably too big to text, but...I’ll upload it to the cloud and give you a shared password. You should be able to download it from there.”
“Thanks. That’ll do just fine for Grady to pass along, too.” I swallow, hard.
After watching that shit, and seeing how Tory blushed, a downright wicked part of me can’t resist acknowledging there’s a devil’s heat in my blood.
And it’s got nothing to do with the amateur clown show on the phone.
Just looking at Tory Three Names and the saucy red glow lingering on her cheeks fills me with a mad desire to kiss her.
Long, hard, and preferably somewhere more private than where Selleck decided to screw around and ruin his marriage.
Shit. Am I serious?
My hand trembles—fucking trembles—on my knee. It’s like I’ve been plugged into a current.
Pure electric heat throttles my heart while dangerous thoughts whip through my head.
This is Tory Three Names.
Peach.
Smart.
Classy.
Gorgeous.
Nimble.
Best friend.
Wet dream.
After that psycho jerkoff session in the shower, though, and the way I woke up hard as brick this morning with her stuck in my grey matter like a spur made of sunshine and lust...
Yeah, who the fuck knows what I’m thinking.
And maybe I’m not thinking at all anymore as I turn to her and see her staring with this soft, curious look pooling in her blue eyes. Shit, am I that obvious?
“Thanks again, Peach,” I tell her, clearing my throat and shifting my feet together. Whatever it takes to kill the sudden attack of the raging hard-on. “I would’ve had to do a lot more sleuthin’ without you.”
“No problem. I hope it helps you solve the case.”
“It will,” I tell her with a nod and a smile that feels carnivorous.
There’s no doubt about the debauchery she captured being perfect.
My desires, on the other hand...