Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 90919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
She smiled cheerfully as she chewed, and all of a sudden I wanted to drag her across the center console.
“Jesus,” I whispered, reaching up to rub the ache in my chest.
“We should do pizza tonight,” she said, putting her hand in front of her mouth as she swallowed. “In bed.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Naked.”
It was my turn to grin.
“Can you get Bas to ask the girls over for dinner or something? Then we can have the house to ourselves.”
“You should run that by Noel,” I replied, remembering Bas’s face when I’d made the dig about Lou. “She’d invite ’em.”
“Good call,” she agreed.
“Aoife called this morning,” I said after a few moments.
“Everything okay?”
I realized too late that Myla only knew half the story. She had no idea that Richie wasn’t dead. Only my siblings and club members had any idea what he was actually doing.
“Just missin’ Richie, I think,” I replied, kicking myself for even bringing it up.
“I bet,” Myla said softly. “I’m sure you all are.”
I nodded, not sure what to say. Did I miss Richie? Yeah, I guessed I did. But missing him was tied up in so much other shit that it was impossible to untangle that feeling from all the rest of it.
“Ronan’s droppin’ out of school.”
“No fucking way,” Myla breathed, her eyes wide. “Why?”
“He wants to be out here. He said he can’t transfer, and they’re not willin’ to work with him—I don’t know. I scraped by in high school, all the university shit is beyond me.”
“Well, that sucks for him,” Myla said, pulling out a spring roll. “But good for you guys, having everyone close.”
“I’m not complainin’,” I agreed. “Yet. Ask me in a month.”
Myla laughed.
“I’m glad you’ll get to know ’em better,” I said as she tilted her head against the seat, her eyes on mine.
“Me too,” she mumbled around her food.
“They’re gonna take up a lot of my time for a while,” I warned. For our entire relationship, Myla had me pretty much to herself. There were other friends around, and I drove out to see my siblings once every couple of months, but otherwise I was free to do whatever whenever.
“Remember who you’re talking to,” she replied dryly, waving the last of her spring roll toward the garage. “Oh, you have a family that’s all up in your shit all the time? Can’t imagine how that feels.”
“Fair enough.” I chuckled.
“You have the most beautiful smile,” she blurted, staring at my mouth.
“Look who’s talkin’.”
“No, I mean mine’s okay,” she said grudgingly. “But your teeth are like, perfect. And white.” Her eyes widened. “Do you whiten your teeth?”
“I don’t fuckin’ whiten my teeth,” I argued. “Stop starin’ at my mouth.”
“But they’re so pretty!”
“So are yours!”
“No, mine are crooked.”
“They are not. What the hell are you talkin’ about?”
“Yes, they are,” she insisted, pulling down her bottom lip. “See,” she muttered around her fingers. “See the bottom ones? They’re crooked.”
I stared at her slightly overlapped front teeth.
Myla let her lip go and instantly covered her mouth with her hand. “Oh, my god. Do I have food in my teeth?”
I could actually see the blush spreading across her cheeks as she stared at me in horror.
“You don’t have food in your teeth.”
“You better not be lying,” she said, her hand still in front of her mouth. “Because I have to run a couple errands after this and—”
She stopped talking when I reached across and yanked her toward me, my lips brushing her hand before she dropped it.
The kiss was deep and long and tasted like Chinese food, and the only reason it ended was because I’d seriously started contemplating dragging her onto my lap—and no way in hell was I going to do that with her brothers and dad roaming around.
“What was that for?” she whispered against my mouth.
“I’ve got this thing for women with food in their teeth,” I joked.
“You said I didn’t!” She jerked away and pulled the shade down so she could check the mirror.
“I’d still kiss you if you did,” I said easily, taking another bite of my food.
“Not picky, huh?” she asked, grinning.
“Not when it comes to you, no.”
“You have seen me puking,” she mused.
“Wouldn’t kiss you after that,” I clarified.
The rest of the day flew by, even after Tommy strode through the garage and slapped the back of my head without saying a word. No one was surprised that Myla and I were seeing each other, they’d been more surprised when we told them we were just friends.
Probably because Myla and I had never been just friends, even when we’d pretended we were.
I stopped by the property on my way home and ended up staying for an hour while Aoife made dinner.
“Everything okay?” she asked while I sat at the counter.
“Yeah, why d’you ask?”
“You flew out of here like your ass was on fire last night,” she said, looking at me over her shoulder.