Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
But the icing on the cake was the way his t-shirt rode up and exposed part of his stomach.
Smooth, tanned skin covered a gorgeous single ab.
I’d bet my left tit he had an eight-pack.
He tugged his t-shirt into place and then snatched something black off the chair beside him.
I didn’t notice what it was until we got into the hallway and he threw it on over his shoulders.
My stomach sank as I saw the black cut on his shoulders.
He was a member of the Dixie Wardens MC Montana Chapter.
I froze, letting him get a little farther ahead of me.
What were the odds that I’ve move to an area that another one of their chapters was located?
Maybe he was from Bozeman, and nowhere near me.
And when we were brought back into the courtroom an hour later, I made sure to sit as far away from him as I could get.
As a precaution, I stayed well away from him for the rest of the day.
After what happened with Errol, I didn’t want another Dixie Warden in my life.
Not for a few weeks if I was selected for jury duty. Not even for a few hours to see if I was selected.
Nope. No. Nuh-uh.
Three
Always remember you’re someone’s reason to smile. Because you’re a joke.
—Black to Odin
Odin
“Were you selected?” my assistant, Moses, asked.
I grunted as I slung my cut onto my chair in my office and took a seat.
“Take that as a yes.” Moses smiled. “Nothing came in today. Thankfully. You’re all caught up still.”
Great.
I was hoping to get out of it.
Honestly, I probably could have had I told them I was the medical examiner for Jesper County and if I wasn’t there to do it, nobody would.
But I didn’t.
And it was all because of the redhead that sat next to me for the first half of the day and talked my ear off.
I fully expected her to sit next to me when we got back, but she came in late and had to slip into a seat in the back.
But, for some reason, I got the feeling she didn’t want to sit next to me.
I saw the look on her face when I threw my cut on.
I also noticed how we both had gone to the same deli down the road, and she hadn’t approached once.
“I’m headed out,” Moses said. “Do you need anything?”
“No.”
He left without another word to me, laughing the entire way.
The cunt.
I signed into my computer, checked my email, then listened to my voicemails.
There was nothing, so I headed to the lab, got everything I needed, then took a seat on the counter.
After putting the tourniquet on my arm, I inserted the needle, then tossed the bag into the agitator on the counter before pulling my paperback and starting to read.
I got most of the way through the chapter by the time I was done, then cleaned up after myself, stored the blood in the freezer for when it was needed, and headed out.
Instead of driving home to another frozen meal, I stopped at The Mercantile just long enough to grab a bite to eat and head home.
At least, that had been my plan.
But as I rode down the middle of Main Street headed to my place, a shock of red hair caught my eye heading into the grocery store with a smaller version of herself.
I didn’t mean to stop.
But I found myself pulling into the lot for the grocery store anyway and parking near the car that I’d spotted the redhead getting into when we headed out earlier.
I could use some sandwich shit anyway.
I picked up a basket instead of grabbing a grocery cart, then headed directly to the meat section where I could pick up a couple pounds of lunch meat.
I was ordering when the redhead rounded the corner and came to a sudden stop.
I didn’t acknowledge that she was there and instead waited patiently for my meat to be sliced.
“Mommy, he’s really tall.”
“Yeah,” I heard the redhead reply. “He is.”
My mouth twitched.
I liked kids.
They always said what was on their mind and didn’t really keep any secrets.
I wished all human beings were as forthcoming.
“Here you are, Odin.”
I jerked my chin toward him and tossed the meat into my basket then headed toward the sliced cheese.
I knew it was better for me to get the real shit, but there was just something about Kraft Singles that I fucking liked.
It reminded me of when my mom used to make them for me as a child when we’d been out on the lake all day.
There was nothing better than a turkey sandwich and a cold Coke after a sunburn.
A pang of sadness squeezed my heart at the thought of never getting one of my mom’s sandwiches again.
I missed her.
She’d passed away when I was in prison, and my father had followed suit shortly thereafter. Though, he’d done it the suicide way, and not the natural way like my mom.