Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Not back to my car?” Silver frowned.
I gritted my teeth before saying, “I’m fixing your locks.”
She sighed. “I didn’t tell you that to get you to fix them.”
“Never said you did,” I pointed out.
She groaned. “Bye, Piers.”
I shook my head. “Bye, Silver.”
When I got back, I didn’t get any paperwork done.
Instead, I opened up the garage bay that I liked to work out of and got to work fixing Silver’s locks.
All the while, there was a cruiser from Kilgore Police Department parked across the road from me.
Four
Dyslexic with tice nits.
—Silver’s secret thoughts
SILVER
I should’ve been surprised a couple of hours later when I came outside to find my car there, but I wasn’t.
Spending any more time with me than he had to would’ve probably killed Webber.
The text from the unknown number saying “car’s in the lot. Key’s under the mat” did disappoint me, though.
I’d gotten excited over the last two hours thinking I was going to get to see Webber again, but I should’ve kept it under control.
Webber hated me, and I honestly didn’t blame him.
My dad wasn’t the greatest person in the world.
He wasn’t the worst—my mom held that position—but he wasn’t far off.
It was no surprise that my mom and dad had hooked up.
They were both the dregs of society, though my dad had hidden it way better than my mother.
I got into my car and fished my keys out from under the mat, then headed to my favorite breakfast spot where I’d said that I would meet Aella after Webber had sent the text.
I smiled when I saw my sister and walked right up to her and gave her a hug.
“Where’s Riggens and Chevy?” I asked.
“Chevy’s at work, and Riggens is at the table.” She pointed to the table with the car seat. “I was just placing our order.”
“Sweet,” I said. “How’d he sleep last night?”
Riggens was now six months old, but he slept like absolute dog shit.
Aella was exhausted, and it showed.
“Do you have to work tonight?” I asked.
“In a couple of hours,” she said. “Though, I was going to beg you to watch Riggens so I can go without calling in.”
“Your nanny backed out?” I asked.
“My nanny quit because Riggens is ‘too much work,’” she grumbled.
I rolled my eyes. “I’ll watch him. You know I don’t sleep well anyway. We’ll figure it out with the nanny situation. Until then, I’ve got him when you’re forced to work.”
She snickered. “I’m not forced. I actually love working.”
“Whatever you say.” I threw my arm around my sister. “If I had my choice, I’d be a stay-at-home mom all day long.”
That had actually been my dream since I was little.
When I’d experienced how my mother was, I’d told myself I would be the exact opposite.
I would be a great mom. I would be involved. I would be there every step of the way.
The only problem was, you had to find a man that was willing to let you be a stay-at-home mom, and so far, I hadn’t found one yet.
Or, at least, the one I wanted definitely didn’t want that kind of life with me.
I got to the table and little Riggens was wide-eyed and looking around.
He grinned when he saw us both.
“You know, if you took my car home, you could catch a few hours of sleep. I could get our food and bring it to your place, and you can take it to lunch,” I pointed out.
Aella didn’t have to think about that for a second.
“Done.” She handed me her keys. “I’d ask for yours but…”
“The locks are fixed.” I fished my massive key ring out of my pocket. “No key necessary still, though.”
“You finally fixed them?” she asked as we made the switch.
“We did,” I confirmed. “I’m going to the store first, though. I need new underwear.”
“Whatever you need to do.” Aella smacked a kiss on my cheek and took off like she was late for an appointment.
Though, I guess she was late for an appointment…with her bed.
Grinning, I picked up Riggens in his car seat and walked back up to the counter.
“Hey, Dorothy,” I called out. “Can you make all that to-go?”
“Sure thing, doll,” she said.
I went to the to-go seating and sat with Riggens in my lap, his car seat digging into my thighs, and stared at my nephew. “You know you’re slowly killing your mother, right?”
Riggens showed me a gummy smile.
The door opened and I glanced up, gritting my teeth when I saw Officer Moran.
Though, she’d ditched the uniform.
She went to the side and stood, not ordering, and not hiding the fact that she was watching me.
I ignored her and kept talking to Riggens.
“Your mommy would love for you to sleep through the night so your daddy and her can catch up on some sleep,” I teased.
Riggens smiled wider.
Gosh, he sure was a cute kid.