Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 55769 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55769 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Hector turned to look at Sadie in her ice-blue bikini, swinging Lola around, both of their laughter mingling and drifting up to the villa.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “There’s only one one.”
Hector took another sip of his beer and stretched out his legs.
Seth kept rocking so Gus would keep sleeping.
And the Cretan sun gleamed off the sea.
Track 8
Rock Chick Revolution
Never in Any Doubt
* * *
Ren
* * *
Ren opened his eyes to a dark room.
Then he tossed the covers off, angled out of bed and headed downstairs.
He had the kitchen light on and the fridge open by the time she came in the back.
He turned his head to her, doing a quick scan, top to toe.
Seeing no blood, bruising or torn clothing, he relaxed. Not that he’d ever seen any of that, but with her job, the scan had become automatic.
Once he accomplished it, he greeted, “Hey, baby.”
“Hey,” Ally replied, coming to him.
They touched lips, she reached beyond him, grabbed a Fat Tire and wandered to the drawer where they kept their bottle opener.
She snapped the cap then hefted herself up on her usual place on the counter.
“Baked ziti?” he asked.
“You have a great ass and great eyes and know how to use your dick, but I’d be with you just for your cooking,” she said by way of reply, then took a drag off her beer, but he didn’t miss her eyes twinkling.
Ren smirked and decided to take that as a yes on the ziti.
He cracked the lid and threw the Tupperware in the microwave.
When it was nuking, he leaned a hip on the counter.
“Tonight go okay?” he asked.
“My brother is a badass.”
She was ride-along with Lee that night.
“Know that. Did you learn anything?”
“I learned my brother is more badass than I already knew, and I thought he was a pretty kickass badass already.”
Ren crossed his arms on his chest and smiled at her.
She wound her head around to get tension out of her neck, and he didn’t like it.
“What?” he pushed quietly.
“It’s like, he’s forgotten more than I’ll ever learn,” she told him.
“He’s been doing this for years. You’ve been officially doing it for a couple of months.”
“Yeah. I told myself that. Newsflash, it didn’t make me feel any better.”
Ren felt a heat start burning in his chest. “Lee make you feel like this isn’t what you should be doing?”
He asked because he wasn’t convinced Lee was fully onboard, even if he said he was. Since he said it, he’d put training and ride-alongs behind that assertion.
Still.
Your little sister enters a game that can be dangerous, even if you say you’ve got her back, you might still do shit to put her off, even unconsciously.
She shook her head. “No. He was cool. He’s patient. It wasn’t like I fucked up. It’s just…he’s such a natural at this shit. He thinks five moves ahead. He’s so intuitive, it’s like he knows what someone is going to do before they know they’re going to do it.”
“Again, he’s been doing this longer than you. You’ll get to that place.”
“I—”
He cut her off gently. “Don’t.”
She shut her mouth.
“This is what you want,” Ren reminded her. “This is who you are. You’re going to have times like these. Times where you question yourself. You gotta shake that off and keep going.”
She held his gaze for long beats.
Then she whispered, “My champion.”
“Fuck yeah,” he whispered back.
She smiled the famous Nightingale smile at him.
The microwave binged.
Ren walked across the hall and entered Ally’s offices to see if she wanted to head out and get a quick lunch.
He stopped inside the door when he saw Tex’s enormous back, seeing as Tex was standing in front of Daisy’s desk, all but obscuring it.
And Daisy didn’t have a small desk.
He also looked to Ally’s office, which had a wall of windows.
She wasn’t there.
“It’s not like she’s gotta pay my insurance,” Tex boomed, bringing Ren’s attention back to them. “Indy’s got that covered. She’s just gotta throw me some action once in a while. In case you haven’t noticed, woman, shit around here has gotten boring.”
“I hear you, sugar,” Daisy replied. “But it isn’t like her cases all have high-speed chases and shootouts.”
Thank fuck, Ren thought.
“A lot of times it’s staking someone out and waiting for your shot to close in and take pictures of someone doin’ the nasty,” Daisy went on.
“Want no part in that,” Tex mumbled (but somehow, it was still a boom).
Daisy’s tinkling laughter sounded. “I hear that too. I see the pictures. Me and my Marcus went to this place that had a lot of mirrors once, and I was sure to get prepared. Good hair. Full face of makeup. Glitter dust on my skin. The nasty is just nasty if you don’t go in prepared.”
Tex’s hand shot up. “Too much information,” he growled.
Ren agreed.
He also walked forward.
Tex swung around and Daisy smiled at Ren. She did it the way only Daisy can do it…huge. “Hey there, honey bunches of oats.”