Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Oh didn’t this just sound like a shit load of fun. Although, I wasn’t going to make her go alone. It was nice that she at least asked me to go with her, instead of just going, as I knew she wanted to do.
“Yeah, I’ll be there in about ten minutes. Is that enough time?” I asked.
“Perfect. We’ll be waiting outside Blaine’s for you.” She said before hanging up.
Sighing loudly, I touched the end button and shoved the phone back into my pocket. Walking over to the desk, I grabbed my spare Colt out of the desk drawer, pulled the slide back to check the chamber, and then shoved it into the back of my jeans. Normally I only carried my Glock on my ankle, but today I felt the need for some extra firepower. Just in case, I needed to shoot myself in the middle of the baby food isle. Just kidding. Maybe.
“Gotta go take the girls to a fuckin’ baby store.” I grumbled. “Let me know what Jack can pull up, I’m sure I could use some distraction while going to baby land.”
Sam and Max chuckled.
“Better you than me, my man.” Sam said.
“It’ll be you again in a couple months.” I shot back as I walked out of the room.
Sam’s cell started ringing just as I made it through the bay door.
I bypassed my bike and decided to walk since I wouldn’t be using it. Turning the side of the garage, I saw Ember with her arm around Blaine’s waist. She was whispering to her, and both eyes locked on me before Blaine burst out laughing. It was obvious they were talking about me. The giggling cut off once I was close enough to distinguish clear sounds.
Ember was in a pair of tight white jean shorts and a Ranger’s shirt. Blaine was wearing her usual long dress that brushed the top of her feet, stomach bulging out from her tiny frame. She looked like she would pop at any moment. Not that I would dare tell her that. She was a little fire cracker, and I’ll be damned if I lit her fuse.
Both women wore blinding smiles, which if I was being truthful, made me a tad nervous. I always found that when women wore smiles like that, things didn’t end well for me.
“Where’s Cheyenne?” I asked.
“She and Sam are going to have a little alone time since her mom has the twins for the night.”
I nodded. Must have been the call he’d gotten as I was leaving.
“Y’all ready to go?” I drawled.
I loved teasing Ember about her accent. ‘Y’all’ was never in my vocabulary before I moved here. Ember decided to broaden my horizons, and started teaching me a few slang terms. I still couldn’t figure out how they worked ‘might could’ into a sentence. That one might never stick. ‘Fixin’ to’ was definitely easier to accommodate her on.
“Sure am. Blaine here is gonna need a lift into that monster truck of yours.” She said.
I rolled my eyes. It wasn’t that big. I’d just had thirty-five inch tires, and a four-inch lift put onto my Chevy the day before. Cheyenne and Ember absolutely adored it. Or so they said. Not like I cared what the girls thought. I’d wanted this dream truck since I was a little kid. My dad always used to talk about the kind of vehicle he would get if he could afford it, and this was the one. I got it for him.
“Let’s roll.” I said while walking to my truck.
I hoisted Blaine into the front seat, and then did the same for Ember in the back.
Pulling out of Free, I hooked a left and started down Main Street. Just as I was about to turn onto Grand, a blue Impala zipped around me and cut me off. I’d clocked him as soon as I pulled out of Free, but I wasn’t sure he belonged to the Skulls. Now I was. These kids in the front seat were wearing their signature blue bandanas and sitting low in their seats, practically laying down. They hit the brakes suddenly, but I expecting it, and adjusted accordingly.
“Call your brother.” I said while breaking and putting some distance in between their car and my truck.
The little pricks were trying their hardest to get me to hit their vehicle, but this was nothing. I dodged IEDs in Afghanistan while driving an armored Humvee. Avoiding running into these shit heads was a piece of cake.
They also weren’t very skilled. They looked to be around fifteen or so, with just enough balls to think they could handle playing with the big boys. Most likely didn’t even have a learner’s permit yet.
Ember was speaking quietly with Max, and Blaine was sitting tensely in the passenger seat chewing her thumbnail. Flashing lights appeared in my rear view mirror, and the Impala took off. Two police cruisers passed us with a roar. The air that came off their car when they passed shook the truck, rocking it from side to side. Ember hung up with Max, and Blaine took a deep breath.
“Okay?” I asked them both.
“Good.”
“Okay.”
Letting my grip loosen on the wheel slightly, I headed into the direction of the store. Ten silent minutes later, we arrived. Crisis averted.
“You have to park in the expectant mother’s spot so Blaine doesn’t have to hoof it too far.” Ember said.
Blaine silently agreed from the back seat. Fuck me. Giving up the fight I knew was inevitable, I swung the truck into the spot that had a stork carrying a baby on the sign. Feeling like a dolt, I got out and rounded the car. Ember was sliding down, so I went to the front door and helped Blaine down.
“Jesus Christ. My vagina bone is fucking killing me. I swear it feels like this kid is sitting in my vagina and pushing my pelvic bone to impossible proportions.” Blaine said to Ember.
Ember made accommodating noises while I just ignored them. Over the past year, I’ve gotten really good at tuning out their chatter. After listening to them talk about their periods, I concluded that it would be easier to ignore them. That wasn’t something I liked to hear about, and Blaine’s ‘vagina bone’ was completely off limits.