Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
“Seattle said it would be a breeze, but if Easton didn’t do it, you think my parents did? I’m not sure yet, most of these classes I can take remotely, which might be best even in the long run.” Leo’s gaze is heated as he looks at me. He knows exactly why I’m saying that. Two nights ago, he came inside of me. It didn’t surprise me, partly because I begged for it. Literally pleaded. I wanted to feel everything he had to give me.
“Might be. I’m going to call Nighthawk and see what we can figure out about Seattle. You going to be okay?” His hand moves to my lower abdomen, where we may have potentially created a life together.
“Of course, I’m going to do some research on which colleges are geared for what I’d like to do, then watch the new series of Botched.” He shakes his head at my need for watching my crazy reality TV shows. It’s my guilty pleasure.
“Okay.” He kisses my forehead, turns to leave, and I watch as he makes his way to the home office he keeps. Every morning, he gets dressed in mesh shorts, a T-shirt of some kind, socks, and sneakers before going to the gym in the basement. He’s tried to get me to go down there, but no way is that happening at stupid o’clock in the morning. By the time he finishes, I’m just rolling out of bed and he joins me in the shower. That’s my form of exercise. Not that Leo seems to mind. I swear when he works out, it not only gets my heart racing when I see him standing at the doorway to our master bedroom after his work out, without a shirt, toeing off his socks and shoes, glistening with sweat. It only makes us both yearn for each other even though it was only hours ago that we made love.
Right now, he’s only in a pair of jeans, not even wearing a shirt, and it takes everything in me not to attack him. I shake my thoughts away because if we go again, I surely won’t be walking right tomorrow.
SEVENTEEN
LEO
“That motherfucking cocksucker. This has Robert Sutton written all over it.” I’m on a conference call with Drake and Slade, letting them know the latest.
“Yep, it does, but in about another two hours, Robert and Cynthia Sutton will be getting nice new silver bracelets,” I hear Bridger interject. He must have walked in when I was having a shit fit.
“I hope those dumbasses don’t get away. It seems to always happen to the people who should be in jail the most. I can’t believe they actually thought unenrolling her would give them enough cash to flee.”
“True enough, but they aren’t going anywhere besides an escorted car, where they’ll be hooked and booked. Cynthia might get off with less charges though. You might want to prepare Tins for that. I have a sinking suspicion she’ll be her first call, before she calls an attorney even,” Slade grunts.
“That won’t be fucking happening. Can Easton redirect the phone call?” Drake takes over the conversation.
“Wait a second, I’m all for redirecting the call. But you know as well as I do that if we take this over without at least letting Tinsley know, the wrath it will create.” I’m apparently the only level-headed guy on this call.
“You are not wrong, brother,” Slade says. I’m shocked he understood where I’m coming from, and him using brother as well. I know there’ve been times Slade didn’t trust me, especially with Taylor’s case. It was only when I took a bullet for her that he realized my days of fucking around were over. The funny thing is, taking this case, or what was once a case, really solidified how much of a brotherhood we all share.
I told Tinsley about my past, how I fucked around even after they brought me into the fold. She wasn’t wrong when she told me I needed to forgive myself. These guys don’t hold grudges, and the past is just that—the fucking past.
“We’ll sit tight, turn the news on, and see if we don’t have a reason to celebrate tonight. Did Easton find out who was being paid to take the hit?” I ask.
“Yeah, he’s taken care of. It wasn’t cheap and we owe him, which let me tell you, I don’t really want to owe him shit. There was nothing else we could offer him though. He’s got more money than all of us, including Tinsley combined. We’ll just have to see when he cashes in.” I can hear the annoyance in Slade’s tone. Something tells me it’s going to suck when that happens.
“Thanks, guys, I know this is a lot to take on. Especially with your busy lives. We’ll have you guys over again soon, or maybe we can go out to Travis and Raelynn’s place. Tinsley was saying they have this new thing called goat yoga. She mentioned it before but hasn’t brought it up recently. It’s supposed to help younger kids too. I think these girls might be more dangerous to our wallets than the hit man.” I chuckle thinking about all the plans Tinsley has been talking about. She knows her inheritance is coming, and instead of putting it away for her future or investing to make even more money, she’s talking about opening up a children’s center for boys and girls, using farm animals to help them heal from emotional and physical abuse, or the rare case where their parents are working, and they have no place to go. I truly think she may need to switch to completely different majors. Writing is something I can see her doing, but her true passion is helping others. Much like she needed after her grandfather passed away, when she told me about him and how he never truly loved again after her grandmother passed away ten years before.