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)
“You can trade shifts and you know it,” he countered. “If you working nights was an issue for me. Which it’s not.”
“I can,” I agreed as he caught my hand and led me to his bike. “But I like working nights. They’re peaceful. Less stressful. And I don’t have to deal with people who can’t figure out that their computer is just unplugged.”
He snorted. “I’m sure you still get your share of bullshit on the night shift.”
I did.
He was right.
But…
“I like working in less complicated environments,” I pointed out. “I’m sorry, but I won’t be switching up my shifts any time soon.”
He sighed. “I guess I’ll have to make it work. You only work three nights a week anyway.”
That was true.
As promised, he strapped my bag down well to his bike, then swung his leg over the powerful machine.
What was also powerful was that thick thigh encased in tight, worn jeans that really made his thighs and ass look amazing.
I’d never been a thigh person before.
At least, not until I met Webber.
His thighs were as thick as my waist.
He could crush me with them if he wanted to…
“Hop on, baby girl.” He held out his hand. “Or are you scared?”
I snorted. “I’m not scared. I’m justifiably cautious.”
I’d only been on the back of a bike once before with Piers and that was only a very short ride.
I’d had the offers in the past, but I hadn’t taken anyone up on them because riding made me nervous.
That nervousness wasn’t there when I took his hand and planted my ass on the seat behind him.
“Justifiably cautious,” he said as he paused. “Hold on. Be right back.”
I frowned as he got off the bike and headed inside.
He came back out a few moments later with a leather jacket that looked to be brand new and a helmet that had me smiling wide.
It was bright pink with white daisies.
The leather jacket that he brought with him looked great, and I raised a brow when he got to me and pulled the tags off.
“Where’d those come from?” I asked warily.
He gritted his teeth and replied, “Figured if I could ever get you on the back of my bike, I’d be prepared.”
When he got the jacket and helmet into place, he walked the plain black helmet he was going to let me use back to the office, then snatched up his own helmet and pulled it on.
I loved how all of the Truth Tellers were so cautious about their safety.
I had a suspicion there was a very good reason for the precautions, but I chose not to ask because I was already wary about riding a motorcycle.
Though, that wariness was easing when Webber got back onto the bike in front of me and pulled me in close.
“Hold on tight,” he ordered.
I scooted close, ignored how damn hot I was, and plastered my body to Webber’s.
The ride was less than ten minutes, and by the time that I was pulling my body away from Webber’s I was damn near roasting.
July in Texas was no joke, and adding leather and a helmet to the mix was making me feel like I was cooking.
When we pulled to a stop in front of Slow Roll, I hastily took off the jacket. “I think I might be slowly suffocating.”
He chuckled. “You’ll learn to deal.”
I had a feeling that I would be.
“Dad!”
I looked over in time to see Eedie coming out of the Cookie Explosion.
I grinned. “Preparing?”
“Getting some food for the entertainment,” she countered.
“They don’t let you eat inside, Scout.” Webber messed up Eedie’s hair, causing her to growl.
“Dad, my hair!” she hissed. “Do you know how long it took me to get this perfect slick back ponytail?”
My lips twitched.
Was I ever that bad as a teenager?
“Just FYI,” I mused. “Look at my hair now and then look at it when I’m done.”
Eedie’s brows rose. “I can’t wait.”
Forty-five minutes later, I was a sweaty, tired mess.
“That. Was. Fantastic!” Eedie said excitedly.
I’d sparred with Shaw for the last thirty minutes, and needless to say, I think we had Eedie hooked. I could hear her chattering with excitement to her dad and grandmother despite trying to pay attention to what I was doing.
It was hard not to focus on what was going on at the benches at the side of the room because of one particular person that always demanded my attention.
Not that he knew he did it.
He probably would’ve left if he knew how distracting he was for me.
But, since I was sparring with Shaw, and I knew she wasn’t going to hurt me, I allowed myself the satisfaction of having Webber near.
“You want to try?” Shaw asked.
Eedie’s eyes widened. “Oh, yeah.”
Shaw eyed Eedie’s Lululemon outfit and nodded. “Come on out here.”
Shaw showed her a few moves, and Eedie was practically bouncing on her feet as she performed some of the movements.