Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
I was shaking with silent laughter at that point. “My father is the only sane one of us all, but he’s a little sad because he misses his girls. He loves us, but he loved them more.”
At that, I sobered.
The thought of Baylor losing his sisters like he had was obviously still a fresh wound, even though it’d happened a while ago.
I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.
“The thought of you being a bitch to me kind of turns me on because then I can turn that frown upside down.”
At that I really did laugh.
“Your thighs are not fat. They’re fucking perfect, and when I go down on you, and you squeeze my head with them, my dick gets so hard that I want to fuck the ever-loving-hell out of you.”
I blushed.
“As for that degree in art? I don’t have one at all.” He paused, making certain that I saw that he didn’t care. “Does that make me less of a person?”
I immediately shook my head. “No.”
“You can be anything you want to be,” he told me. “You can go to school and become a goddamn clown for all I care, as long as you’re with me.”
My lip quivered, and my arms around his neck tightened.
“The three jobs, though?” he murmured. “Those are going to have to go.”
My mouth dropped open in surprise. That hadn’t been what I expected to hear.
“Hear me out,” he squeezed me lightly. “Pick one that you like…keep doing it. The other two? They’re not necessary.”
“But I have a rent payment…”
“You won’t have to have one if you move in with me…which you will be doing.”
I looked away.
“We’re going to get married. You’re going to have my name. We’re going to walk into the fucking sunset hand in hand, and if that little testicle tickler decides to rain on our parade, I’ll show him why he’s mistaken.”
“Testicle tickler?” I started to laugh. “And okay.”
“Okay?”
I shivered. “Okay.”
We were married twenty minutes later, and a five-minute drive back to the club after that, I was at a party that was solely for me and Baylor…and I didn’t freak out.
In fact, I’d go as far as to say that I’d had a good time.
Within reason, of course.
Chapter 21
I want to be a nice person, but everyone is just so stupid!
-Coffee Cup
Baylor
I stood in a corner and watched as my brother, Reed, spoke with my wife across the room.
We were at the club once again, but this was our official reception dinner.
Lark had officially been my wife for sixty-three hours.
I grinned at the encounter, happy that my family got along with Lark and didn’t condemn me for knowing her for such a short period of time before I married her.
My brothers knew just as well as I did that life could change in a heartbeat. They knew that nothing in life was guaranteed. I just wished that Dante was there. Then it would be complete.
“I found him.”
I turned to find Tobias at my side.
When had he gotten there?
“Found who?”
There could be two ‘hims’ to speak of, but I knew that only one of them was on my brother’s mind at that moment.
He glared at me. “You know fucking who.”
I grinned. “Where is he?”
“He’s back at his house now.”
“The one here?”
Dante and his wife had multiple houses. One in town. One on the lake an hour’s ride north, and one in fucking Utah of all places.
“The lake.”
The lake had been their newest acquisition. They’d bought the lake house about a week before the accident that had taken everything from him.
“Did you go say anything? About the baby?”
He shook his head. “Tried to go up there the other day but then you got married. Haven’t had time to do it since. And I’m leaving tomorrow so that's gonna fall on y’all’s shoulders. I don’t have much leave built up yet with the department, and it’s not going to get any better anytime soon due to short staffing.”
My brother was a state highway patrol officer stationed in Mooresville, Alabama. Lord knew why he wanted to be a police officer and deal with more bullshit after getting out of the military, but what the fuck ever.
“Why would we bother?”
I grimaced.
Dante was closest with Tobias. Always had been. Which was weird since they were the youngest and the oldest.
It was odd seeing their roles reversed, though.
Normally it was Dante taking care of Tobias. Now it was Tobias trying—and I say trying sparingly—to take care of Dante. Dante wouldn’t let him, though. He’d holed himself up wherever he’d holed himself up, and we hadn’t seen him for a damn long time.
Going on a year.
At least for me, anyway.
He’d shown up when Travis had gotten shot, but I hadn’t been one of the fortunate ones who’d witnessed that miracle.
“I’ll go out there tomorrow.” I sighed. “Any new updates on the baby?”