Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Gabe was on Ember duty at her apartment, even though she hadn’t been threatened directly. The men thought it prudent that she be covered though since they were targeting loved ones. I’ll bet that she was just going to love having Gabe in her apartment. I was still waiting for the low down on what was going on with Gabe and her. But she was keeping that info tight to her chest, and not even giving me a little hint at what was going on. I didn’t know if she was doing this on purpose, since I didn’t share with her about losing my virginity, or if she just didn’t want to talk about it.
I heard James and Max laughing in the garage a few days ago, teasing Gabe about Ember. I stopped before they could see me so I could get some low down on what was going on with the two of them since Ember was like a steel trap.
Apparently Ember had gone on a date, and Gabe was pissed. He wouldn’t let Ember out of his sight. He intimidated the date throughout dinner, and he was so nervous he ended up leaving, while using the excuse that he needed to go to the bathroom.
“She thought that since she was on a date that I would leave her alone. She found out rather quickly though that I wasn’t going anywhere. She met him at the restaurant. He was wearing an expensive three piece suit, and there Ember was in jeans with rhinestones on her ass and pointy toed cowboy boots that looked like they had been worn a million times. The guy was so out of place he looked a tad uncomfortable. Apparently Ember was the one to suggest the venue. He had never been to Hog’s Breath Saloon before, so he had agreed without checking to make sure he would fit in with what he was wearing. Ember tried to ask for a two person booth, but I sweet talked the waitress into giving us a table in the middle of the room. I sat down beside her and her date was forced to sit across from her. Ember ended up arguing with me more than she even spoke to her date. Didn’t even notice he had left until the bill came and he still hadn’t returned from the bathroom. She even begged me to go check on him, but he was nowhere to be seen. It was the funniest thing I had witnessed in a long time. She tried to one-up me and ended up screwing herself. She-“
The peeling “zillllll” of an air wrench pierced the quiet of the garage from just behind me. I turned to find James, the little snot, standing behind me with the wrench raised in his fist directly behind me. I’ve been in garages so long, that those sounds don’t even penetrate my mind anymore, that is unless they are done right behind your head and scare the ever loving shit out of you.
I was carrying a staple gun in my hand, and of course I had to shoot him with it. I mean, that is a normal reaction, right? I unloaded the entire clip unsuccessfully trying to nail him in the ass. However, I did nail him in the arm, cheek, and lip. No blood was evident, so I threw the stapler at him for good measure. Shit head.
I contemplated the conversation I overheard for the next few days, trying to get Ember to open up, but the trap remained closed. What Ember had been thinking, I don’t know. She gets a wild hair about her sometimes, and doesn’t think about anyone’s feelings but her own.
James and I didn’t talk about the danger we were in, we did however talk about the other elephant in the room. We hadn’t gotten the chance to really talk about all that had happened since he got home on medical leave. My mom had arrived home shortly after him for just a few days, and then shipped off to the east coast for three months for another travel contract.
“So.” James started. “You’re getting married. To my captain.”
“Looks like it.” I said nonchalantly.
“Where did you two meet?” James asked. “I know I never introduced the two of you.”
“We met at Deacon’s.” I said. ”We didn’t know the connection until after we started seeing each other.”
“He pick you up in the bar?” he asked offhandedly.
The question made him sound like he wasn’t interested, when I knew he was.
“Sure did. Didn’t even say a word to each other, I just hopped on the back of his bike, we went to his place, and had sex all night long.” I said with as straight of a face as I could manage.
“That’s disgusting. Please shut up.” He said with a smile in his voice. “I used to tell all the guys those embarrassing stories that were so hilarious about you. He probably knows all of your dirty secrets!”
“You didn’t!” I seethed.
“Yep. Sure did. I told them everything. We had to pass the time someway, and it was best to keep an upbeat attitude about things, or you got to thinking about the hell hole you were stuck in.”
The anger deflated out of me as fast as it entered. If it made like more bearable over there, then I would gladly let him tell them anything he wanted to. No wonder Sam wasn’t too surprised when I did something weird or crazy. Apparently my reputation preceded me.
“Please just tell me you didn’t tell them about the time at the Dairy Queen.” I pleaded with a whiny voice.
“Yea that was probably the first one I told them. I even remember what we were doing at the time. We were holed down in a remote village, the tangos didn’t know where we were exactly, and we were waiting for dark, and staying as still as possible so not to attract attention since it was like fifteen to one. So to keep our minds positive, I started telling them that story.”