Any Day Now Read online Lani Lynn Vale (SWAT Generation 2.0 #8)

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: SWAT Generation 2.0 Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
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“He’s worried about you,” I found myself saying gently. “He’s allowed to worry, baby.”

“My father is ex-CIA.” She paused. “At least I think he’s ex. I have no fucking clue sometimes.” She turned to look at me. “He has a lot of enemies. And though I know he’s doing it because he loves me, and wants to be protective, he kind of buried me alive in his protection. He has a lot of enemies. Shiloh, Sebastian, and Sam’s childhoods weren’t the greatest. They were in constant danger thanks to his profession, and he spent their whole lives wishing that he could take that away. And I think when it came to me, he felt like he could do a better job. Only, that better job came with him being overbearing, incredibly overprotective, and watchful to the point of intimidation. Do you know what it’s like to date when everyone knows your father will kick their ass if they hurt you?”

My lips twitched.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m serious.”

I didn’t doubt her for a second. Especially after that meeting with her dad on the front porch still very fresh in my mind.

“And, to make matters worse, there were my brothers.” She groaned, covering her face with her hands.

I laughed and gathered her into my arms.

“Let’s go run to Target,” I said. “We’ll buy you some high-end necessities.”

She melted into me. “Sounds good.”

Chapter 13

Stop being picky and give that ugly motherfucker a chance.

-Things not to say to a single woman

Amelia

Adam’s ‘good idea’ turned out to be bad.

Very, very bad.

Mostly, things were great upon arrival. No hiccups. Nobody glaring at me and pointing and calling me names.

Though, we did have to travel to Longview, which was a much bigger town, to do Target.

When I’d suggested to Adam that Walmart was okay, he’d looked at me like my head had grown two sizes.

“We’re not doing Walmart,” he said. “Do you ever see the People of Walmart? That’s a very real thing. And, sadly, they aren’t even the tip of the iceberg.” He paused. “Nathan told me of an arrest he made last night.”

I knew that it was going to be good, so I asked.

“A woman decided to steal something,” he said. “Ask me where she hid it.”

I almost didn’t want to know. “Where?”

“In her vagina,” he said. “The whole thing. Right up her snatch.”

I gagged a little. “That’s gross.”

He shrugged. “That’s life at Walmart. And I’m sorry, but unless I need something super, duper bad, I avoid it at all costs. We’re going to Target.”

And to Target we went.

The drive itself took thirty minutes, and since we were still stuck in Adam’s truck, it wasn’t nearly as fun of a drive.

I mean, I would much rather be wrapped around the man for those thirty minutes, feeling the wind in my hair, than sitting in the seat beside him.

But he held my hand the entire time, so that made it kind of worth it.

After parking at the back of the lot—which was quite busy for the middle of the week might I add—we walked inside.

We got inside the store and were browsing the underwear section when the first person noticed who I was.

She sneered at me, whispered something to her friend, and kept moving.

I added a couple of packages of plain ol’ cotton underwear to the cart that Adam was pushing.

“Bras?” Adam asked. “You use cotton bras, too?”

I shrugged as I reached for a pack of sports bras. “What did you want me to do, run in a push-up bra? Spoken by someone that doesn’t have boobs.”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I just kind of expected you to wear something a bit sexier. Or, maybe I was envisioning lace. And you put something in there that has ‘maximum coverage and support.’” He read that last part off the packaging.

I looked at him, then said, “My boobs are slightly big, Adam. That means they don’t stay where they’re placed. They need the support and coverage.” I paused, grinning at him. “Imagine running naked. Where would your dick and balls go if there was nothing to hold them in place?”

“Touché,” he teased. “What next?”

What was next was socks.

Then a couple pairs of sweatpants, tank tops, and a pair of flip-flops.

“I’m too picky about workout gear to get it here,” I said, passing that particular section. “I’m picky about the fit. Seams. Shit like that.”

“Amen,” Adam drawled. “If anyone knows how you feel when it comes to that, it’s me.”

I tossed him a grin over my shoulder, then finished off my clothes shopping with a cute little bathing suit that was on the clearance rack.

After tossing that in, I came to a stop and pointed.

“I have to run to the bathroom before we make it to the back sections,” I said, feeling the three cups of coffee that I’d had before heading this way.


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