Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 51122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Her eyes shone with tears. “But what I do get to have is you for three extra months. Our son for three extra months. I get to knock you up. I get to…”
She smacked me on the arm. “This is a discussion, Ezra. Not a show and tell.”
I snorted before I dropped my mouth down to hers.
When I pulled back, she was definitely looking more on board.
“Just think,” I teased. “Your mom and dad can get some quality grandson time, and me and you can get some quality baby making time.”
Her face started to cloud over as she thought about another baby.
“I want a girl,” I pushed, knowing that it would get her. “One who looks exactly like you.”
Her eyes studied my face. “You don’t think this is the worst idea ever?”
“As long as we don’t name her Corona, it sounds like the best idea ever.”
She slapped me with her hand. “That’s so not funny.”
I moved until I was better situated between her thighs. “I am completely.” Kiss. “One hundred percent.” Kiss. “Serious.” Kiss. “I want you pregnant with my baby. Now.”
When I pulled away, she was looking at me with lust-filled eyes. “I guess that’s not going to be too much of a hardship.”
I moved my hand down to her butt and squeezed. “I’ll show you hard.”
Book: Hissy Fit
CHAPTER 16
What the bippity boppity holy fuckballs is this?
-Trace’s secret thoughts
TRANCE
“There was this guy who decided to go to the store today in a hazmat suit. I’m talking, full on. He had the hood, the plastic visor, the yellow suit you see outside of all those decontamination scenes when they’re dealing with stuff in movies? I’m fairly sure he got it at Parties Plus.” I took a swig of my beer. “Then there was the guy who got a call from his wife while I was in line. He’s decked out. Has those black nitrile gloves on, face mask, long sleeves, and a scarf, even. Phone rings, he shoves his gloved hand into his pocket, answers the phone with his freakin’ nose, and then presses it to his face. Then, while he’s talking to her, he takes his other glove off with his teeth. Absently starts loading stuff onto the conveyor belt, then yanks down his mask because apparently his wife can’t hear him. Switches the phone from ear to ear as he pays, shoves all of his shit back into his pocket, then puts on the gloves again.”
I took the final swig of beer and tossed the empty into the burn barrel that was set up in our back yard, next to the grave.
“Incoming!”
My wife’s yell had me sitting up from Radar’s final resting place in my back yard.
Just as I did, Radar’s great great-grand dog, Sonar, hit me like a missile.
I was thrown backward on a laugh, and I wrapped my arms around the teenager-almost adult and let him smother me with kisses.
Just like his dad always did when he was in a similar situation.
“Your daughter is here with her babies,” Viddy said softly.
I opened my eyes to smile at her. “I know. Sonar wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
“You almost done?” she asked, her eyes filling with sadness as she looked at Radar’s face that was engraved on the headstone we’d gotten him.
In answer, I reached up and tugged her toward me, loving that she willingly came.
Sonar smothered her with kisses, too.
I was laughing hard. That had to be the reason that I hadn’t expected the surprise ambush.
“Grandpa! We’ve missed you so much!”
That’s when my grandbabies were on top of me, hugging and kissing me and smothering me with their love.
Today was the anniversary of Radar’s death, and my family had snuck out of quarantine because they knew I’d need them.
Son of a bitch, I was going to cry.
Book: Kevlar to my Vest
CHAPTER 17
Today I’m going to give it my some.
-T-shirt
MINA
“Grrr,” I growled with frustration when he again didn’t answer his phone. “Seriously, I’m starting to freak out. Your phone’s going straight to voicemail. The little tracker says you’re at a gas station where you’ve been for the last two hours, and you’re not answering your phone!”
I thought the last part bore repeating.
“Call me back.” I sniffled, hands shaking.
Only, he didn’t call me back.
I placed my phone back in my pocket, redonned my mask, gloves, and gown, and went back to work.
But I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t think about anything but my husband.
“Everything okay?”
I looked over to see Tommy looking over at me with worry on his face, too.
But not because of Tunnel, I was sure, but the look on my face.
“I can’t get a hold of Tunnel,” I said softly.
Tommy’s eyes went soft.
Tommy, one of Tunnel’s fellow MC members, and a doctor, knew well what that would mean to me.
Years ago, when my husband ‘died,’ it had been the hardest days of my life. Now that we were married, Tunnel didn’t make me wonder where he was. He always answered his phone. He always replied to my text messages, and he always made sure to check in with me so I didn’t freak out.