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)
Webber’s lips twitched, but I looked away toward my food to stop the small jolt of excitement that swept through me at what that smile did to me.
Instead, I reached for my fork and started taking bites, ignoring the awkward silence that filled the space around us.
I was halfway through the bacon on my plate when Devney said, “You do know, right, that each of those pieces of bacon have a hundred calories a pop. Then you have the three eggs on your plate. Just with those three pieces of bacon and three eggs, you’re sitting at half your day’s worth of calories. But then you got the toast, which’ll add another…”
I ignored her and took the toast and soaked up the runny part of my eggs. Once it was fully coated, I grabbed a jelly and slathered it on top before taking a huge bite.
I ate even though my stomach roiled.
Fuck this bitch and her fat comment.
I would eat it all and not flinch.
“…Devney,” Webber growled around a bite of his food, but since he was all the way across the table, and he spoke so softly, I didn’t catch the first part.
Miraculously, Devney stopped talking.
I glanced over at her to see her still awkwardly perched on the side of the booth, one tanned leg in her high-heeled shoes—she never went anywhere without her high heels—cocked to the side to help her keep her seat since Webber hadn’t moved over at all.
The door jingled, and I looked away from the beautiful woman to see a couple of cops walking our way.
I sighed and looked at my pancakes longingly.
This would be the second time I wouldn’t get to eat my damn pancakes.
“Eat ’em,” Webber urged. “You can answer questions in between bites.”
I decided to take him at his word and slathered on the butter and the syrup.
The cops got to our side, and I saw it was the same man as earlier.
Assman.
He was a cutie, albeit a little too moral compassy for me.
I liked my men on the wilder side, and this Assman guy struck me as the type of man to follow all the rules.
He smiled down at me, and my heart did do a little flip, though.
“Have a seat,” I urged as I moved all the way over, taking my plate with me.
He sat, his eyes going to the cute little boy in my arms.
“This is your nephew, I heard?” he asked, touching Riggens’s sock-covered foot.
“It is,” I said. “Riggens, can you say hi?”
Riggens pulled his face out of my neck and gave me a slobbery kiss instead.
I giggled and reached for a bite of my pancakes.
Riggens tried to snatch my fork out of my hand.
Assman grinned. “I have a son. I miss this stage.”
“Let me have him,” Webber said. “So you can eat.”
I glanced at the woman at his side, and Webber gritted his teeth before he said, “Devney, it’s time to go. We need to talk to the cops here.”
Devney’s face showed the surprise we were all feeling.
Dismissed.
Wow.
“I can wait outside.” Devney tried to save face.
“No,” Webber disagreed. “I’m taking Silver home after. Then I’m going to work.”
Devney went forward to kiss his cheek, but at the same time Webber leaned forward to get the rest of his pancakes in his mouth before holding out his hands to take Riggens.
She missed his cheek and kissed the air.
I would’ve laughed had seeing them together not hurt so damn much.
“Um, I’ll call you later then.” She got up and left.
The other officer, this one in plain clothes, whistled low as she stalked away.
“You’re going to pay for that later, Webber,” the man murmured.
“Probably, Haze,” Webber said as he reached across the table and caught Riggens in his large, capable hands. “Get to askin’ your questions, man.”
Assman nodded, his eyes going to Webber for a short second before he turned back to me. “Can you tell me what happened?”
I did, giving him a complete rundown of the morning since my sister left.
“Justifiable if you ask me,” Haze muttered under his breath when I was finished. “You were way more patient than I would’ve been.”
“Will I be charged for assault?” I asked.
“Maybe.” Haze and Assman shrugged. “But right now, she’s being detained for a few things. Maybe she won’t care about the assault when she realizes how much trouble she’s in with us and her own police department.”
I sighed.
That was just what I needed, an assault on my record.
I took another bite of my pancakes and said, “Will I be arrested?”
“Probably not,” Assman murmured.
The next ten minutes they continued to ask follow-up questions, then left.
Webber paid the bill, then he headed for Aella’s car.
He got into the driver’s seat and started it up before he put Riggens into the vehicle.
“You need me to drive you home?” he asked.
I stared at him for a long second, thinking that I really should answer his question.