Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 68735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Which was also why I’d gotten that message today about a DNA test on Lottie.
Fuck, what the hell was I going to do?
“Hello, please take your seat and allow other passengers to move down the aisle,” I heard ordered from behind me.
I ignored Creole and took my time getting my bag above my head, then took my seat just in time to turn around and see her glare at me.
“All done.” I smirked.
She narrowed her eyes but remained civil, smiling and greeting anyone who passed her.
Although I did note, she stayed very, very far away from anyone who came on the plane.
The only time she didn’t all but flinch back when someone got too close was when it was an elderly woman in a wheelchair who had no arms.
I snorted.
Definitely no risk of touching from that chick.
At least, I thought so, until the woman being pushed down the aisle by an airport worker passed a woman looking out the window.
“Have fun in first class, you fat cow.” The old woman snarled as she kicked the woman on her way past.
“Mother!” the woman cried. “It’s not like I chose to be upgraded!”
“Yeah, but you chose not to give that upgrade to your mother.”
“And what, exactly, would you have done up here by yourself? You can’t put your seat belt on. You can’t put your peanuts in your mouth. You can’t even get your luggage above your head. Back there, you have your preferred son,” the first-class chick snarled.
She definitely had a valid reason for not giving that first class seat up. It wasn’t like I was going to help her. And though I was sure the flight attendants would help as they could, it wasn’t like they could hand-feed her peanuts.
Cakes sat down next to me, shoving his backpack underneath the seat before going back into the aisle to deal with his carry-on.
I noticed that Creole didn’t hurry him along, and he took twice as long as I had.
I narrowed my eyes at the bane of my existence again, then said, “Cutting it a little close, aren’t you?”
“No,” he grumbled. “Why spend any more time on this plane than I have to? I paid for first class. I’m guaranteed a seat and usually I never have issues with the overhead storage. But even if I did have issues, the flight attendants are more than willing to find space for my bag for me.”
“But then you’d have to figure out how to get your bag from way the fuck back there,” I pointed out. “While everyone and their brother is standing up in the aisle champing at the bit to get out of the damn plane.”
“Well, just sayin’, but their issue doesn’t make one on my end.” He shrugged. “No Lottie?”
I shook my head. “I didn’t think it’d be the greatest thing in the world to bring a two-year-old on a plane for the first time when she’s having ear issues.”
“Still getting ear infections?” he asked. “Man, that’s rough. I had to have multiple surgeries on mine.” His dimple popped as he half-heartedly grinned at me, reminding me of Lottie’s dimple.
I frowned. “What did you have wrong with your ears?”
“Started with chronic ear infections.” He sighed. “Then it turned into damaged eardrums. It was a whole shitshow, and a lot of it was due to my mom and dad’s negligence. If they’d taken me the moment that they saw I had an issue, all would’ve been well. I would’ve just had tubes in my ears and been done with it. But since they neglected to take me until it was really bad, I had a lot of other issues I had to deal with on top of that. But your girl should be fine. You get her to the doctor in plenty of time. They’ll just put tubes in her ears, and she’ll be right as rain.”
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and typed in “are ear infections hereditary?”
I had a theory.
It was a crazy one, but it was one that I knew to be most likely a very real possibility.
Laney had slept with one of my brothers.
Not my blood brothers, but my heart brothers.
The Truth Tellers MC brotherhood was something out of this world, and I counted them just as much of a brother as my own sibling—even if she had been gone from this world for a really long time.
Anyway, the night that I remembered her coming home, she’d stayed at the club longer than me.
I’d come home because I had an early job outside of the city the next morning, and had to be up by three. She’d stayed behind because she’d been having fun.
All of the club had been.
Every last one of them had been drunk off their asses when I’d left, and had been heading straight toward sloshed.