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)
It was a photo of Silver in the middle of the ocean, a lei in front of her floating beside her hip. She had a bikini on, and the coral color made her skin appear tan and beautiful.
Fuck, but she was gorgeous.
She was also smiling at the camera with a look so soft that I felt it deep in my heart.
I saved it to my camera roll and immediately saved it as my lock screen.
But when I switched over to Silver’s photo, it wasn’t something beautiful like Eedie had sent me.
It was a picture of Silver again, but this one probably seconds after the first one was taken.
It was a photo of Silver freaking out and her looking down at the water horrified. And in the frame, right next to her crotch, was a jellyfish.
“Oh, fuck.” I had to laugh. “Wonder if that got her.”
“The jellyfish?” Cutter asked, showing me the photo he’d gotten.
My mouth fell open as I saw the angry red lines across Silver’s thighs.
“Oh, no.”
“Look at the one that got Milena.” Cutter swiped to the next photo.
“Oh, man,” I said. “That’s gonna hurt. Do you think they peed on it?”
“I think that’s a myth.” Cakes frowned.
“Let me ask Dr. Google,” Chevy said as he swiped at his phone.
He quickly tapped at his screen, and then he grinned. “It’s a way, but not the best way. They recommend antihistamines.”
“Imagine that.” I rolled my eyes.
“Why do you always have to talk about me?”
The screech had us all looking.
“And laugh at me?” Lauralee. “What the fuck did I ever do to you?”
I frowned. “Lauralee, we weren’t talking about you at all. We were talking about jellyfish.”
And even if we were talking about you, you’re a fucking nut, so you’d probably deserve to be talked about.
“I hate you!” she screamed.
I blew out a breath, ready to tell her to fuck off like I did all the other times, but she turned around and barreled back toward her shop.
I dismissed her as the customer said, “On that note, can I get to my car, man? I’m gonna head out before she comes back. I like you and all, but man, the craziness factor might keep me from comin’ back.”
I snorted and handed him the keys. “I don’t blame you.”
After I closed up shop, and my mom headed out, we were once again looking at all the photos that were coming through.
We were passing the phones around so we could get a clear picture of everything that was going on since they were only sharing bits and pieces with everyone, when I said, “Y’all want to go grab a beer at Copper’s place?”
Copper and Apollo had opened up a new business that had a bar at the front of their office. The back was their personal offices and a side conference room where they met with clients.
They’d been doing pretty damn well for the last year, and even better, we now had a bar where we could drink at where we were one hundred percent confident in the security.
“I’m down,” Cutter said. “Dima has the kids tonight. We do the whole trade-off thing once a week, and it’s fuckin’ great. Though, usually we’re doing it with two adults, one of which knows what in the fuck they’re doing with the kids. But we’re winging it while they’re gone, and it’s Dima’s misfortune that he’s having to deal with the kids while Keels’ gone.”
I chuckled as I walked back into the shop and hollered for Hai.
“Yo, Hai!” I yelled.
Hai popped his head out of the breakroom with a piece of cold pizza in his mouth. “Yes, sir?”
“You want to go get a beer with us?” I asked.
His eyes widened. “Yeah.”
“Come on,” I said. “You can follow behind us in the Ram.”
Hai looked stunned. “You’d let me drive your truck?”
“Yeah.” I rolled my eyes. “It’s not like I’m handin’ you the keys to my bike.”
He looked excited for a moment and then said, “Do you mind if I put gas in it? I’ve never put gas in a car before. My mom wouldn’t let me.”
“You can put diesel in it,” I said. “It’s at about half a tank. My card’s in the middle console in my wallet.”
Hai jerked his chin. “I’ll be there.”
The rest of us walked to our bikes, but instead of following them all the way, I pointed at the cookie place on the corner that held my secret obsessions—colossal M&M cookies from the Cookie Factory.
They were my favorite, and I stopped to get one at least once a week.
Luckily, I had a ten-dollar bill in my pocket from lunch since I’d left my wallet with Hai.
Unluckily, when I got out to the bike and got back on the road, I didn’t see the minivan coming until it was way too late.
Twenty-Five
People say “sus” because they can’t spell suspishus.