Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77719 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77719 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
The guy had balls, and he’d made our local news channel into an online hit because people wanted to see what he’d do next. His YouTube channel had over nine million followers, he was just that great to watch. The guy must have been making a killing from advertising and his sponsors.
“Did you see him jump out of the helicopter and parachute over the tiger shark frenzy last week?” I asked Wes. “I swear the guy has no fear.”
“He’s a badass,” he agreed. “But him being away so often makes it hard for him to keep an eye on his wife.”
“Shit.”
“Not entirely. I think we’ve found our weakness, and we already know her weakness, so we can use it to our advantage.”
“Would July do it, do you think?”
Smiling wickedly at me, he raised an eyebrow. “Do you see my wife saying no to that? Think back to what happened after we met her.”
He had a point. Black catsuits, stakeouts, Tasers… Of course she’d do it.
“You don’t think Helen will be the one to crack? She might be a realtor who wants our business, but that might not stop her from letting it slip.”
“Doubtful,” he shook his head. “She wants the business badly, and it’s not a secret that you and the rest of us have been hanging around with Sienna. Helen’s not stupid. She’d know if she did something, she’d lose the chance to get the deals she wants so badly she can taste them.”
“When you put it like that…”
“We’ll make sure we’ve got eyes on the other two as well, but I think our weakest link is Jane. She’s not malicious, but she ain’t smart at the same time and has her eyes constantly on the prize. Hazel’s bound to know that, so she’ll know what buttons to push, too. We just have to make sure we have our fingers on all of them first.”
After discussing the plan a bit more, I parted ways with Wes feeling a hell of a lot better than I had when I’d first gone into the bar.
And because of that, I took a different turning when I left and headed toward Sienna’s. I needed to see her and make sure she was okay, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying the heck out of the development in our relationship. It was just kissing—something I hadn’t thought much of since school—but with her, it meant something different.
In fact, everything with Sienna was different. She was just that special.
She wasn’t in the house, so I walked around to the workshop to see if she was there, feeling anxiety with each step. As I passed them, I checked the cameras to make sure no one had interfered with their lenses or knocked them down.
The anxiety I was feeling the whole time was a good thing, though, because it made me even more aware of what Sienna had carried around for so long. And I was even more determined to end it ASA-fuckin’-P each time it happened.
The light coming through the small window at the top of the wall of the workshop proved my assumption was correct. I’d need to knock and hope it didn’t scare the shit out of her again, instead of just opening it with no warning using the key she’d given me.
All of my plans went to shit when the dogs started barking, obviously having heard my footsteps heading in their direction.
When I was roughly nine feet away from it, the door rolled open, and there she was. She must have been spraying something because she had on a pair of pink coveralls.
Taking them in, I scanned down her body and smiled when I saw the black flip-flops with large pink flowers on them on her feet.
Trust her to cover her whole body and leave her feet bare.
“Hey, baby. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just thought I’d stop by and check on you and the boys.”
Looking down at my hand, her lips twitched when she saw I had my keys ready. “Guess Mento and Bash gave you away.”
Chuckling, I leaned in and kissed her, reluctantly pulling away when the boys ran into the back of my legs. “That they did. I think Maddie’s been teaching them how to ruin our fun.”
Her cheeks went pink at the reminder, but she didn’t avert her eyes like she would have done before.
“I wouldn’t put it past her,” she snickered as she waved me inside.
“I wouldn’t put anything past her—including putting glitter in the boys’ hair and dying whatever parts she can pink.”
That wasn’t an exaggeration. She’d found a store online with dog accessories, including pet-friendly glitter, hair dye, and magnetic earrings. I was bracing for the day I had to take them into Blazing Inx with fucking feathers hanging from their heads.