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)
I’d never understand the point of that.
I liked to always have a full tank of gas, and I always made sure Eedie had one, too. I’d made sure that Elizabeth did, as well, when we were together.
There was just something about knowing that you had a full tank of gas and the ability to escape that was so appealing to me.
I idly wondered if Silver had gas in her tank.
My guess would be yes, to a certain extent.
Before, it would be about being able to afford to put the money into her car. Now, it would likely be about hesitating to put money into a car that might break down on you at any second.
“You’re welcome,” Dorothy said. “Can’t stand people like that. High-falutin’ people who think they’re above the law just because they carry a badge. That woman deserved that punch to the face. How’s your hand?”
I studied her hand for a few seconds when she pulled it up to show Dorothy.
“It’s sore, but I’ll live.” She flexed her hand a few times.
“I have some ice.” Dorothy left. “Sit anywhere you like.”
Silver led us to one of the only unoccupied tables in the back nearest the bathrooms that had a great view of the parking lot and Cadence Moran’s angry face.
“She’s really a dick,” Silver said as she scooted into the booth.
I placed Riggens’s car seat on the table against the glass and sat him up a bit so he could see, which he really liked.
“I can’t believe he’s stayed in there so long,” she admitted. “One would’ve thought that he’d have screamed bloody murder by now. If he’d been doing that, it might’ve given a little credence to CB’s CPS claim.”
“CB?” I asked.
“Crazy bitch.” Silver snickered. “Would you mind watching him while I go to the bathroom? I’ve had to go for twenty minutes now.”
“Have at it,” I said.
She got up, but her phone must’ve buzzed because she groaned and pulled it out.
She frowned at the screen hard before she rolled her eyes and set it at her spot in front of me before leaving.
Unable to stop myself, I pulled her phone toward me and quickly read the message on the screen since she’d left her phone open.
Barry:
I don’t know why you aren’t answering me, but I need a ride home. No one is answering the phone and I’ve already been here ready and waiting to get a ride for fifteen minutes. Get here already.
I clenched my jaw at the text.
What a dick.
He was the stupid fuck that had his license suspended for his road rage issues, and he was getting onto other people who didn’t hop the instant he asked them to?
What a joke.
It was Silver’s reply that had me completely dumbfounded, though.
Silver:
Sorry, but I can’t today. I have Riggens, and I’m babysitting.
Barry’s reply came in while Silver was still in the bathroom.
Barry:
Bring the little dirt bag with you. I don’t care.
The little dirt bag.
What a piece of work.
“What’d he say?” Silver asked.
I’d been so engrossed in her phone that I hadn’t paid attention to her coming back up.
Fuck.
“Why do you have your dad’s name in there as Barry?” I asked. “Why not Dad?”
I didn’t bother to hide that I was reading her messages.
What would be the point?
She didn’t bother calling me out on my obvious invasion of privacy.
“Because that’s how I refer to him,” she replied. “At least, when I’m not in his presence. He gets bent out of shape when I do it in front of him. He says it’s disrespectful, and since I tend to hate hearing him blather on and on about it, I try to remember.”
“He called Riggens a dirt bag.” I pushed her phone toward her without replying with the ‘fuck you’ that was on the tip of my tongue.
She pulled her phone up into her hands and furiously started typing away.
Only when she was done did she throw it down on the table with an angry scowl.
Since it slid toward me and sideways slightly, I was able to read her reply.
Silver:
I told you once, and I won’t tell you again. I will not tolerate you calling him names. He’s a sweet little boy that belongs to my beloved sister. If you don’t like that, then maybe you should take a step out of my life.
Surprise flitted through me.
My gaze flicked up to hers, but hers was on Moran that was outside with her arms still behind her back, glaring hard at the officer that was in front of her.
The officer was talking to her, likely telling her she was a dumbass, and he kept gesturing toward Aella’s car.
“What do you think he’s saying to her?” Silver asked, confirming my suspicions.
“I think that he’s telling her she’s a stupid bitch,” I grumbled.
Riggens chose that moment to grunt his frustration, and I chose to pull him out of the seat before he got going for real.