Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
“Oh my God, Mo,” she breathed.
“Thought Paul, Signe’s man, was gonna march down that fucking aisle and rip his throat out. It ruined it. She was near tears the whole time they stood up there taking their vows, and not the good kind of tears. That’s what you see in the pictures. That and Paul looking like he wanted to murder somebody.”
“Honey,” she whispered.
Christ, he hadn’t talked about this in years.
But now that he was, it seemed like he couldn’t stop.
Which was why he didn’t.
“For him, he has no clue. Says he thinks he’s bein’ helpful. What he’s being is controlling. He had no say in the wedding, even though he tried to horn in, about everything. And that flipped his switch. His choice, he would have planned the whole thing and it would have been an eighties throwback nightmare. But he didn’t pay for shit. Didn’t even offer. Even if he did, it wasn’t his ass getting married. That was his payback.”
“I can’t believe what I’m hearing,” Lottie said.
“I disinvited him before he walked into the reception.”
“How did you do that?” she asked.
“I beat the shit out of him in the parking lot.”
Lottie sat on his couch, staring at him.
Mo stood at his island, staring at her.
Seconds ticked by and through them, he watched her face get hard.
There it was.
He was an asshole, just like his dad, except an out-of-control one, not a control-freak one.
And now she knew it.
“Good,” she bit.
He felt his entire body jerk.
“What?”
“Good,” she snapped. Then she yelled, “What a dick!” She jumped to her feet just as Mo heard the door to the condo open. “Seriously! Total dick!”
“Everything cool?”
Mo twisted to see Mag standing there, looking alert while he glanced between Lottie and him.
“No,” she clipped. “Mo’s dad’s a dick!”
Mag turned his attention to Mo.
“I mean, he ruined his sister’s wedding day!” Lottie shouted, so in her snit, it was like she hadn’t really registered Mag had entered, even if she was responding to him, which was something since not many women missed Mag doing anything. “Who does that?”
“I see your relationship has moved to Tales from the Darkside,” Mag remarked.
“It happens,” Mo replied.
“Warp speed, brother,” Mag returned. “Heard you two didn’t make it ‘official,’” he did the air quotation marks just to be an asshole, “until yesterday morning.”
“We didn’t,” Lottie butted in.
Mag looked back to her, fighting a grin and murmuring, “Mm-hmm.”
“We didn’t,” Lottie repeated.
“All right, darlin’. I totally believe you,” Mag said.
Lottie gave up on that (wisely) and turned to Mo, throwing an arm out at Mag. “So, he’s not the one who’s a god?”
Mag also turned back to Mo, brows raised, no longer fighting anything. Smiling flat-out.
“I told her about Auggie,” he shared.
“Right,” Mag murmured. He went back to Lottie. “Mo’s the only real god among us. He put up with Tammy for two years before she did him the colossal favor of breaking up with him.”
Mo looked to the ceiling.
Terrific.
He had no clue she’d already met Tammy.
Mag was in Test the New Woman mode.
Fuck.
“I hear that,” Lottie returned. “Met her at King Soopers. Real peach.”
“You ran into Tammy with her?” he asked Mo, jerking his head Lottie’s way.
“Her name is Lottie,” Mo replied.
“You ran into Tammy with Lottie Mac, Queen of the Corvette calendar and every other man on the planet’s wet dream?” Mag amended.
Mo wasn’t finding this even remotely acceptable anymore.
And damn sure not funny.
“Though I’m the other man,” Mag stated, again grinning because he read Mo’s face. “Seeing as she’s dating my roommate.”
“We did,” Lottie affirmed, and regained Mag’s eyes. “And her new man, Peacock Pete who wears a two-hundred-dollar shirt to go grocery shopping.”
“Her new meat was there too?” Mag asked Lottie.
Lottie nodded her head, the bunch of her hair swept up at her back crown bouncing around. “Unh-hunh. When he stopped checking out my tits and figured out who Mo was, I’m pretty sure he pissed his two-twenty-five rag and bone chinos.”
Mag burst out laughing.
Lottie smiled at him.
“Holy fuck,” Mag pushed out through his hilarity. “That I would have paid to see.”
“Tammy was the star of the show,” Lottie shared. “I thought I’d have to scratch her eyes out before she begged Mo, right in front of Peacock Pete, to let her go down on him in the alley.”
Mag busted out laughing again but he did it turning his attention back to Mo.
“Told you she was gagging for it. You totally should have tagged her convenient and left the scraps to Peacock Pete.” He went back to Lottie. “Sorry, darlin’. No offense to women on the whole. Just referring to women like Tammy.”
“She’s not a woman,” Lottie returned. “She just has the equipment.”
Looking at Mo, Mag indicated Lottie with a thumb. “I like her.”
“Take a number,” Mo muttered.
“You want a beer?” Mag asked Lottie.
“It’s barely eleven o’clock, Mag,” Mo informed his bud.