Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“You going to show me your doodle?” I ask simply to make conversation with Diego.
He hasn’t taken his eyes off of me since I sat down, and I hate that he’s scrutinizing me, knowing the bruises on my face are far from healed.
I look up at him and realize at his raised eyebrow just how horrible that sounded. “Your drawing I mean,” I say and dip my head down unable to hide the smile on my face.
“Emmalyn,” he says getting my attention. I look up at his smirking face. “I’ll show you my doodle anytime you want.”
My face heats immediately, and I’m so embarrassed I just turn my attention to the others at their table. They seem so relaxed with each other.
Family. That’s what Diego called them. It doesn’t go unnoticed that Wrench is nowhere to be seen. I have no doubt he is lurking around somewhere. I wonder if he’s purposefully creepy or if it’s something he’s just not able to hide very well.
Chapter 8
Kincaid
I’ll show you my doodle anytime you want… who the fuck says shit like that? Me apparently. The former Marine biker. She probably thinks I’m a complete idiot. I can sneak into a crowded village undetected and take out the leader of a terrorist regime, but sitting and having a normal conversation with this beautiful woman isn’t something I can manage without going full on idiot.
She turns her head, and the most magnificent blush hits her cheeks. She’s embarrassed, but I can’t tell if it’s because of what I said or if she pities me for my inability to say something serious around her. I usually flirt better than I have been with her. I know she just got out of a shitty relationship, but I can’t help it.
“More?” I ask motioning toward the boxes.
“No thank you,” she says politely.
I stand from the table and grab her plate and empty water bottle. I throw them in the trash and grab a couple of beers from the fridge before making my way back over to her. I know she has to be exhausted from the last two days, but I’m selfish and not ready to say goodnight to her just yet.
“Let’s watch some TV,” I say handing her one of the beers.
“Sure,” she says sounding relieved at the offer. Maybe she’s not ready to say goodnight either.
The recreation area, or what most people would call the living room, is made up of several different seating areas. We head past the poker table and over to the plush leather sofas in front of the big-screen TV. I pick up the tablet off of the table in front of us, tapping the screen to make it come to life.
“What in the world is that?” she asks as I hit the TV app on the lit up dashboard.
I shrug. “The remote?” I know she can hear the question in my voice. “Kid thought we should get with the times, so instead of having like five remotes to control the different devices,” I point in the direction of the entertainment center that houses the TV, Blu-ray, and sound system. “He set this up. Makes it a lot simpler.”
“Simple my ass,” Doc’s voice interrupts my explanation.
She smiles at him letting me know that she can tell just how decent of a guy he is.
“Pipe down, old man. Just because you’re too senile to understand it doesn’t mean it isn’t simple.” He laughs heartily but stops when Rose clears her throat behind him.
“I’ve told you a thousand times, Kincaid. Every time you call him old, you’re calling me old.”
“I’m three months older than him,” Rose and I say at the same time.
Rose grins at me. “And I’ve heard that each and every time,” I tell her as Doc pulls her down to sit on his lap.
I turn my attention back to the tablet in my hand and get something going on TV. I couldn’t care less what’s on TV, and I know Doc and Rose aren’t really going to pay attention either.
“Turn it on the ID channel.” I hear Shadow say as he walks up and sits on the other side of Emmalyn.
We’re on the sofa side by side but not touching. That is until Shadow settles in unceremoniously and she slides over a few more inches giving him more room. I don’t blame her; he’s a pretty imposing man, but I can tell she’s not doing it out of fear or discomfort from him being so close.
I want to give him a high five when Em’s hip presses against mine. I look over at him and almost choke out a laugh as he winks at me. That fucker did it on purpose, and I love him for it.
“I think The Big Bang Theory is on,” Kid says sitting in the recliner to the right of us.