Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Mable swallowed them, grimacing as she did.
I crossed my arms over my chest just as Cody said, “Come on. Time to go.”
“You have to be up early tomorrow, though.”
“Why?” Weaver, who I hadn’t realized was paying attention, asked.
“She runs a snowplow business with her family. Her, her mom and dad all run snowplows for the town.”
Weaver’s eyes narrowed. “Can you even see over the steering wheel of a snowplow?”
Cody’s eyes narrowed too. “Can you go fuck yourself?”
My lips twitched.
“I do it all the time,” Weaver said. “But I’m only looking out for your safety here.”
Cody dismissed him and looked back toward me. “If I don’t stay with her, someone will have to.”
I wondered why.
“Let’s just say, Mable has some weird reactions when she takes Benadryl.”
My head tilted. “What kind of reactions?”
“Nothing!” Mable gasps. “I’ll go home with you.”
“You were right, though.” Cody said. “You can’t go home with me. I have to be up in a couple of hours to start working on the roads, and I won’t be able to watch over you for the length of time it’ll take.”
I truly was curious what happened when she had Benadryl.
The way the two of them were talking, it was worrisome enough that she didn’t get to be left alone.
“Come on,” Cody said. “Let’s walk you to the truck. The Hulk can take you back to his place. I’ll deal with Brawny for the night.”
“Brawny can come with us,” I suggested. “But I think you might need to tell me what I have laying ahead of me.”
Before Cody could answer, Mable started shaking her head. “Cody, you promised we’d never speak of it!”
Cody’s lips tightened as she tried to hold back her laughter. “Come on. Let’s get you to Fabio’s truck.”
“Who’s Fabio?” Mable asked.
“Your hair model of a friend,” Cody replied.
Before anyone could move, however, the doors burst open and two uniformed police officers poured inside.
“I got this,” Gentry murmured. “You go ahead and go.”
Gentry knew about our aversion to police officers.
But he was right. Someone needed to have the pulse of the area we were living in. We needed to know if danger was headed our way.
I agreed with him and all, but it still sucked to see him cross over to the dark side.
I did, however, hold up a finger to halt everyone.
“Let me make a phone call,” I murmured.
Weaver and Gentry knew who I was calling, so they didn’t say a word.
Cody, however, looked irrationally impatient.
Maybe she knew something I didn’t, but I needed to get Apollo to look into this.
As the phone was ringing, I took a good, long look at Mable.
She looked drunk, but I knew that she wasn’t.
She swayed slightly beside Cody, and I frowned.
“Hey,” I said as I caught her just as she started to tip over. “You okay?”
“I don’t feel well,” she admitted, her face planting in my chest. “The room is spinning.”
Apollo finally picked up on the fourth ring. “What’s up?”
“The bar that we go to. Toot-Toots. Do they have cameras?”
“Yeah,” he answered without having to think about it. “Why?”
He’d tapped into everything he could locally, so it wasn’t a surprise that he knew whether that bar had cameras or not.
“Can you look at the cameras from around eight o’clock tonight and find Mable and me with her friend and see if something was done to her drink?”
The only time that I could think something might’ve happened to her drink was when I had to use the can.
“Sure,” he said. “Give me five.”
I hung up on Apollo and tightened my grip on Mable.
“Oh, this should be good.” Mable swayed on her barstool.
“Put those muscles to use, man,” Cody ordered impatiently. “Before she falls and breaks her face on the bar. I don’t want to give that pissant the luxury of seeing her fall.”
The pissant in question looked smug as fuck as the officers made their way over to him.
I caught her up by one arm and hefted her over my shoulder.
I could’ve done it bridal style, but the place was packed, and it would be way easier to navigate the people with us being less wide.
She giggled as I walked with her out of the bar.
My phone buzzed in my pocket on the way out.
Pulling it out, I glanced at the screen.
Apollo:
Ran a lime across the rim of her drink before he gave it to her.
Eleven
Do you think you can stick raw spaghetti through your nipple piercing and take a hot shower to see if it’ll cook?
—Weaver to Romeo
Romeo
“Hi, who are you?”
“Weaver,” Weaver answered. “Who are you?”
“Ummm,” Mable hesitated. “Hold on. I have it around here somewhere…”
I could hear the amusement in Weaver’s voice as he said, “Take your time.”
“Thanks,” Mable chirped. “I love when men are patient.”
“She reacts kind of strongly,” Cody said once we got out into the open air. “She’ll need to be watched closely…are you okay with doing that?”