Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I was grateful.
Speaking of grateful…
“Where the fuck is our mother at?” I grumbled as I passed Koda.
Koda frowned and looked at his fancy-ass watch, one I’d scraped for to purchase for him as a graduation gift, and said, “You’re right. She should’ve been here by now.”
I grumbled something to him and headed to the back to get some dishes into the washer.
When I got back, our clientele had tripled.
All of the extra bodies were wearing leather.
And, since I tried really hard not to pay attention to anyone or anything, I let Koda work his section and I stayed in mine.
“Um, excuse me,” a woman said from a side table in between Koda’s section and mine. “Do you have anything else on the menu but grilled cheese?”
“Not today,” I said. “Sometimes we do patty melts, but not always. We specialize in grilled cheese.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Well, what are lactose intolerants supposed to eat?”
I shrugged. “You can eat across the fuckin’ street for all I care. But all we have in here are grilled cheeses.”
Two
Cheating should affect your credit score. If Susan can’t trust you, why should Nationwide?
—Cutter to Doc
DOC
“Why are we here again?” I asked Cutter.
“Because you’re being a sad sack, and I felt like you could use some greasy food,” Cutter answered.
Preacher snorted from his seat next to Cutter.
“I’m not being a sad sack,” I disagreed. “I’m being a normal person that just had to deal with an unwanted breakup.”
“That chick was fuckin’ stuck up her own ass. Sure, she was hot as hell, but she was just a regular bitch taking advantage of you,” Cutter pointed out as he reached for the menu.
Before he could get to the reading of the menu, the woman that I’d seen the moment I walked in started to yell. “We are not serving anything but grilled fucking cheese! If you don’t want grilled cheese, you can see yourself out!”
Cutter grinned and put his menu back.
“Oh, and we can add ham or turkey, and all condiments to that grilled cheese. But don’t ask for anything else, because we ain’t cookin’ it.” She turned her back on the room and yanked a menu out of a woman’s hand that was sitting nearest the door. “You’re allowed to go now.”
“Well, I’ve never…” The woman, dressed in spiked heels that did amazing things for her ass, clip-clopped out of the door.
“She’s hot,” Preacher announced.
That she was.
She was also a bit crazy.
Then again, I seemed to lean toward the crazy.
What did that say about me?
“Yo,” the big man with the buzz cut said as he arrived. Definitely some type of military. I could spot them from a mile away since I was military myself. “What can I get y’all to drink?”
“Dr Pepper,” I answered, my eyes once again trailing to the woman.
She had her hair, which was thick as fuck and so curly it appeared untamable, up on the top of her head with a couple of forks holding it in place.
Forks.
For real, forks.
Her t-shirt was tight. Her shorts were short.
And she had on the rattiest pair of running shoes I’d ever seen.
I could even see her big toe—which wasn’t covered in socks—through the hole at the tip of that shoe.
But man, oh, man, did she have some great legs.
As in, they were the best things I’d ever seen in my life.
Long. Tan. Toned.
“Be right back,” the big man said, breaking me out of my contemplation of the woman’s amazing features.
“You’ve got a bit of drool there.” Cutter grinned as he pointed at his chin.
I flipped him off and grumbled, “Fuck you.”
I wasn’t too broken up about Elisha not to notice the beauty that was right in front of me.
Elisha and I had broken up two weeks ago in a blaze of fiery glory.
She’d wanted me to take her to a black-tie event.
I’d told her not only would I not take her, but I refused to ever go anywhere near those kinds of events, and she got butt hurt.
She’d told me that that was her world, that I couldn’t just not go because I didn’t like my parents.
I didn’t bother arguing with her.
That wasn’t her world. That was the world she wanted to be a part of.
That was the exact world that I wanted to be so far away from that I didn’t even hear about it.
When she expected me to fall in line, and I didn’t, she’d thrown an ultimatum at the ground and expected me to gather it up and run back to her with my tail tucked between my legs.
I didn’t.
And we’d been broken up now for two weeks because of it.
Truthfully, I should’ve gotten shot of her months ago.
I’d known the moment she told me who her parents were that she’d expect me to go to the society functions with the upper crust of Dallas.