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)
But I couldn’t stop myself from asking one of my own.
“Why did you call me the last night and not your girlfriend?”
Webber’s mouth turned down into a frown.
He was about to answer, but the car started dinging, and I looked at the dashboard to see that it was, indeed, out of gas.
Really out of gas.
I sighed. “I swear to God.”
With that, I got into the car and closed the door.
After getting my seat belt on, I drove to the nearest gas station.
I’d just pulled next to the pump and was getting out of my car when a hand landed on the glass.
The door stopped opening, and I looked up to find Webber heading for the pump.
I stayed where I was, my heart pounding.
When he had the nozzle in the tank and was filling it up, he came to the window and gestured for me to roll it down.
Riggens crying didn’t bother him when he said, “I didn’t call her because she’s a pain in the ass on the best days. Waking her up from her beauty rest would’ve sucked for both of us.”
I nodded.
I didn’t like that answer.
I wished it would’ve been something like, “She’s not you.”
Instead, I was left with a feeling of emptiness as he went back to pumping the gas.
I rolled up the window and smiled and waved when he finished up.
As I drove to Aella’s place, I wondered if I would ever be able to get over a man that had never been mine…and never would be.
Seven
I’m a conduit for nonsense.
—Webber’s secret thoughts
WEBBER
The date wasn’t what I wanted, but when you had to appease the woman you were seeing, you went on dates anyway.
I hated dating.
Honestly, I thought it was a waste of time.
Why go out and do stupid things like painting with wine when you sucked at painting? Why not spend the day at my place, drink some beer, and enjoy a meal in front of a movie?
Today, though, it was a triple date with a few people from the club.
We were heading out for a dinner and a ride.
Though, Devney wasn’t going on the ride with me, thank God.
She was meeting a client after dinner, and I was heading out on my own.
It was four days after the incident at the diner, and everything had been quiet.
Moran hadn’t made another appearance, and I was hoping that meant that I wouldn’t be seeing her anymore.
Though, I had a feeling that I would be.
“What is your favorite meal here, Webber?” Searcy asked.
“Oh, the vegetarian…” Devney started, but Searcy snorted, stopping her in her tracks.
“If I wanted to know vegetarian options, I would’ve asked you. But I don’t, because you already pointed those out to all of the table the moment we sat down,” Searcy, Doc’s wife, grumbled. “We all know that you don’t like us eating meat around you, but we’re all meat eaters. And shaming us each time you sit down for a meal with us only makes us hate you more.”
I leaned back in my seat, wondering if I should defend Devney, but I decided that it was her own fault for always throwing out her opinions on people eating meat.
“That’s not what I…”
“I like the stacked enchiladas,” I answered finally.
“That’s what Silver suggested that I get, too,” Searcy murmured, dismissing Devney.
My eyes went down the length of the table to where Silver sat next to Keely. She was Cutter, Chevy and Copper’s sister.
Silver and Keely were talking animatedly.
Silver had her hand wrapped around Gunner’s, and she was showing Keely the tattoo on Gunner’s hand.
Gunner was smiling, though it was sad, and while I watched, Silver dropped a kiss onto Gunner’s hand and placed it back onto the table.
I didn’t feel any jealousy like I normally would have.
Not when I knew what that tattoo meant.
She knew what that tattoo meant just like the rest of us.
It was a daisy.
Jett was Gunner’s son who passed away in a school shooting. Jett’s favorite flower was a daisy.
So Gunner got a bouquet of daisies tattooed on his hand to remind him of his son—not that he ever forgot him—every time he looked at it.
Audric and Apollo, both with their own grief in their eyes, were also watching her like she hung the fucking moon.
I wished I was on that end to hear what they were talking about.
When I looked back toward the front, my eyes caught Copper’s.
Copper was my best friend, and had been for years.
And he missed absolutely nothing.
His brows raised, and I knew without him voicing his words that he was saying, “You’re so fucking fucked.”
I was.
I was so fucking fucked.
I ignored him and my date—which I couldn’t believe I was still dating—and studied the menu.
I didn’t look up again until there was a clearing of a throat next to me.
I looked over at Dima, Keely’s husband and slightly new addition to our crew—though he wasn’t an official patched-in member of the Truth Tellers MC.