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)
Dorothy came by as I was pulling him into my arms.
“That’s the biggest six-month-old I’ve ever seen,” Dorothy admitted.
“Agreed,” I said as I pulled Riggens’ bulk into my lap and handed him a spoon. “Dorothy, would you mind bringing me a breakfast sampler?”
Dorothy nodded and turned to Silver. “I’ll have the same. I’ll just take what we had earlier home and put it in Aella’s fridge.”
“You got it,” Dorothy left with a flourish.
When I glanced up, it was to find Silver scowling at me.
“What?”
She curled her lip. “Nothing.”
Six
Unless I’m sitting on your face, my weight is none of your business.
—Text from Silver to Webber
SILVER
I’d had a weird couple of days, and I didn’t know how to handle it.
Mostly, the parts I didn’t know how to handle were the parts that were directly linked to Webber not treating me like shit.
It was weird to not have his grumpy ass scowling at me.
Then this morning, he’d crowded me close, and I’d gotten a lot of mixed signals.
Did he like me? Or did he hate me?
I didn’t know.
“What is it?” Webber pushed.
I crossed my arms over my chest and remembered that I was still wearing a bra.
I hated bras.
Bras were the worst thing to ever be invented, and I thought it was utter bullshit that societal norms dictated that women wear them to be ‘proper.’
“It’s just that you were looking at me like you didn’t hate me, and I didn’t know how to process that,” I explained, not seeing the point in lying.
His signature frown appeared on his face, and he said, “I don’t hate you.”
Could’ve fooled me…
“Oh,” I said.
“I don’t,” he grumbled.
The door to the diner opened and rushed high-heeled feet could be heard over the din of the diner.
And I inwardly groaned, because I knew exactly who that was.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Fuckkkk!
“Oh, Webber,” Devney cooed as she came to a stop at the side of our table. “What is going on? I drove by and saw your bike and all the police presence.”
Lies.
I was fairly sure she had a tracking device on his bike or his phone or something.
“What are you doing over here?” Webber asked, making no move to scoot over to allow Devney to sit down.
I hated her.
I hated her with the power of a thousand suns.
If there was one person that I could completely wipe free of this planet, it would be her.
Devney started coming around a couple of months ago, and it’d been the worst day of my life when I found out that she was with Webber.
Seriously, every time they disappeared into the back bedroom at the clubhouse, I had to leave or I might cry.
Like right now, my desire to eat breakfast was completely demolished, and the last thing that I wanted to do was sit here and wait for whatever was happening to finish.
“Scooch, silly,” Devney ordered as she sat down next to Webber without waiting for him to comply.
As she did, her ass caught Riggens’s leg and jolted him, causing him to cry.
Which was when I reached over and yanked him out of Webber’s arms.
“Shhh,” I said to Riggens. “It’s okay, baby.”
“What the fuck, Dev?” Webber grumbled. “You could’ve waited until I was moved. You caught Riggens.”
Riggens whimpered in my arms, and then buried his face into my neck and latched onto the tiny hairs that’d escaped my bun.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Riggs.” Devney botched Riggens’s name as usual. “I didn’t see you there.”
“Oh, come on.” I rolled my eyes. “There’s no way you didn’t know he was there. He’s wearing a bright blue onesie.”
Devney went to say something but Dorothy came back in that moment with our plate of food.
She sat it down in front of us and walked away without taking Devney’s order, assuming that she wasn’t eating.
Then again, I’d heard about the fit she threw the last time she was in here.
Apparently, Dorothy had accidentally spilled her glass of water. And instead of it going on her, which would’ve been a reason for throwing a fit, it’d gone the opposite way and soaked the booth that Webber had been sitting in before going to the bathroom.
She’d screeched like a banshee, and Dorothy had kindly asked her to leave after even Webber couldn’t get her to calm down.
Honestly, I didn’t see what Webber saw in the woman.
She was hot, sure.
But being hot didn’t make up for having a terrible personality.
Patting Riggens’s booty, I softly cooed to him to get him to go to sleep.
“That woman is so rude,” Devney complained. “I mean, seriously. She didn’t even offer me a menu.”
“A, the last I heard, you yelled at her and scared away two paying customers over a glass of spilled water that didn’t even get onto you,” I blurted out before I could think about what I was saying. “And B, you don’t even eat carbs. You’re a vegetarian, and you’re against all things fat. This place only serves fattening food. There’s not a wheatgrass shake in sight.”