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Get You Some (Simple Man #3)
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You want some?
She snarls those words at him with barely concealed hostility the moment he arrives at her window to ask for her license and registration.
After a few choice words, he lets her go with not one ticket, but three.
Next time she should check the attitude at the door and realize that he’s a cop, and just doing his job.
Come get some.
Fast forward a week, and he’s still unable to think about anything else but her and her bad attitude—oh, and those sexy lips, angry eyes, and her promise to make his life hell.
Knowing he should stay away, he takes a step back and tries not to think about anything that has to do with those long legs, and that mouth that could be used for much better things than spewing venom.
At an interview, she rattles off a random number to use as a reference for a job that she desperately needs, and that number just happens to be Johnny’s.
She’ll regret being so rude, and one day she’ll think twice when she decides to throw attitude toward a man like him.
Vowing to make her life hell, he decides to have a little fun.
Never get enough.
What he doesn’t expect is to fall for her.
The more Johnny learns about June, the deeper he digs his hole. Soon, he doesn’t know which way is up, and he’s just fine with that.
Over time, he learns that not everyone bothers to dig past her prickly demeanor and get to the woman that lives deeper.
When one too many citizens of Hostel, Texas tries to back her against the wall, he’s had enough.
After all, you don’t mess with what’s his.
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If you see a hooker standing on the corner, do not pick them up. You will get arrested.
-Hostel PD FB page
I felt like I was suffocating.
Each breath I took led me farther and farther down into the abyss.
I could feel their eyes on me, and I hated it.
Fucking. Hated. It.
All of them stared, but they never did anything more than that.
My mother was too worried that she would break me, and my father thought I’d get over it. However, thanks to my mother’s worry, he too was bothering the hell out of me.
It wasn’t like men didn’t come home from war all the time.
I wish I could’ve stayed.
However, life didn’t work like that.
Which sucked, because I was just as healthy now as I was before the accident that had sent me spiraling downhill.
My mother and father thought I was fucked up due to the accident that had sent me to the hospital in the first place.
What I was fucked up about was the fact that I couldn’t go back with my squad and finish what I’d started. For all those years, it’d been my life. I’d help protect the innocent, while also being with some of the best guys that this Earth had to offer.
However, a tracheotomy, apparently, is something the Army medically discharges you for…who knew?
After taking shrapnel to the throat from a bomb exploding next to our Humvee, they performed an emergency trach on me to help me breathe. When I woke up, it was to find myself in Germany, a pint short on blood, and the doctors telling me I was going to be just fine—but that I would never be back with my squad ever again.
That was what fucked me up.
Especially when, moments after stepping foot onto US soil, I’d gotten word that two men from our squad had died while on patrol.
Somebody landed hard on the couch beside me, and I looked over to find Janie staring at me with a bored expression on her face.
“Why is it that you always have to be in the dark? It’s cold over here,” she wondered, crossing her arms over her chest.
The large diamond ring on her finger caught my attention.
“Why don’t you go hang out with your husband?” I suggested.
She shrugged. “I’m mad at him right now. And, I just hate seeing you sitting here all by yourself. You just look so pitiful.”
I flipped her off.
Janie laughed. “Seriously, though. There are about eighteen willing women over there,” she pointed and I followed her finger with my eyes. There were, indeed, women over there. And they may, perhaps, be willing. But I wasn’t. Not at that moment in time, anyway. “Why are you over here all by yourself? That’s not normal for you.”
I shrugged. “I’m fucking tired.”
She rolled her eyes. “Why? Last I heard you weren’t even working.”
I grinned. “You aren’t holding back the punches, are you?”
She blinked innocently at me. “I don’t know what it is you’re speaking of.”
I grunted. “Sure, you don’t.”
“But seriously. Why don’t you have a job yet?”
That was the hundred-dollar question.
Why didn’t I have a job yet? Because everywhere I wanted to apply had family. And honestly, I was just a little bit tired of them hovering.
“I was going to apply at the police station, but then Trance and Loki started to butt their business into it, and I changed my mind,” I answered honestly.
I loved my family. Truly, I did. But I was a grown ass man. I’d spent six years in the military, away from their prying eyes. I didn’t know how to function anymore with them trying to dictate my every move and show me how I should do things.
I knew how to do things.
Janie looked speculative for a few moments.
“Maybe you should come to Hostel,” Janie suggested. “It’s a small town. No family in sight…and nobody to look over your shoulder to make sure you’re doing all right.”
I grinned at the prospect of leaving Benton in my rearview mirror.
Janie and I knew each other well. Janie, her best friend, Kayla, and I grew up together.
I had once thought that I might try to go down that path with Kayla, but then I met a girl in high school that made me realize the difference between interest and interest.
I honestly thought that girl would wait for me when I deployed…but I’d been wrong.
Speaking of the devil…
“What the hell is she doing here?” Kayla asked as she plopped down on my other side. “Seriously, she disgusts me.”
There was no love lost between Janie, Kayla, and Rosie. None. Honestly, it surprised me that they hadn’t done anything more than just toss glares her way since we’d broken up.
“She has every right to be here,” I pointed out. “It is a public bar.”
Janie and Kayla both snorted.
“Well, she’s a whore, and I don’t like her.”