Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“You okay back there?”
She smiled and held on tighter. “Go faster.”
He laughed, and she felt the vibration through his back.
Myth went faster, but she knew he held back. This bike could get up to speeds that would take her breath away. He didn’t go too fast, but he went fast enough to make her heart race. She loved every second of it and didn’t want him to stop.
However, all good things must come to an end, and it wasn’t long before they were parked outside her home.
Petal didn’t want to get off, but she refused to make this any more awkward than it needed to be. She climbed off the bike, and then glanced back at her home, before looking back at Myth. The temptation to offer him a cup of coffee was there, but she also knew that to some, that meant something else. She wasn’t looking for anything else.
“Thanks for the ride.”
“Pleasure. I’ll see you around, Petal.” He winked at her.
Petal watched him go with a frown. Myth was a nice guy. He had to have been nice for him to get the job of protecting Kim. That was all he was, though—a nice guy.
****
“You okay, Bro?”
Dirty looked up to see Colt walking into the kitchen. He was nursing a coffee. After last night’s party, he needed to get the caffeine into his veins. He held his mug up and nodded. “The good shit.”
Colt laughed. He took another long sip of his drink and wrinkled his nose.
“You all right?” Colt asked.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
He’d been close to Petal last night, but that was about as good as it got. Petal hadn’t stayed too long and it pissed him off. He hated that Myth had been the one to take her home. Fucking sucked, big time.
This was a new feeling for him. He wasn’t used to being jealous over a woman. Not over anyone.
“You sure?” Colt asked, heading toward the coffeepot.
He nodded. “Yeah, I’m good.”
“You don’t look it.”
Dirty laughed. “I’m fine.”
He and Colt were good friends. Since shit had gone down, they didn’t have a lot of time to hang out with each other.
“What are you doing today?” Colt asked.
“I’m on protection detail. Warden has added the diner to the patrol, so today is my time.”
“At least you get a good lunch out of it.” Dirty nodded. “It was not a problem. Petal never served him anyway. You? What are your plans for today?”
Colt winced. “Rosalie and I are heading to the doctor’s today.”
Dirty frowned and glanced over at his friend. “What’s wrong?”
Colt ran fingers through his hair and reached into the cupboard above his head. Dirty watched as he grabbed a bag of crackers.
“She’s been getting sick in the morning. Just … bad vomiting, and after she has eaten something dry, and then a drink of tea. Shit, fuck, tea. I can’t have coffee.” Colt actually pouted and then moved toward the stove where the other kettle was waiting to be heated. “We think she might be pregnant.”
“Are we happy about this? Sad?”
Colt paused and as Dirty looked at him, it appeared as if the other brother had stopped breathing.
“I don’t fucking know what to think. I mean, it’s got to be a good thing, right? Pregnancy. My woman having my kid. I mean, we tried enough times and fucking failed, and now, as we’re just getting to really know and understand each other, a kid. It’s that fucking law, right, God’s law.”
Dirty smiled. He was happy for his friend, but at the same time he wasn’t happy. “Who figured it out?”
“My mom,” Colt said.
“Kim knows?”
“She thinks that’s what it is, and I don’t want to upset her or anything.” Colt blew out a breath. “It can’t be anything else. There is no bug out there that allows a woman to throw up in the morning and for the rest of the day be fine. I mean, that kind of shit doesn’t happen, right?”
“Yeah, right.”
He thought about Petal. Colt seemed to have his shit together a lot better than he did.
“What do you think?” Dirty asked.
“About?”
“You know, Rosalie being pregnant?”
“I don’t know what to think.” Colt burst out laughing. “I mean, I’m going to be a dad, and that is one scary and exciting thought.” He laughed again. It was verging on the hysterical, but he looked happy about it.
“You’re nervous?”
“Fuck, yeah. I mean, I’ve got a dad and he’s great, but I don’t know if I’m going to be as good as the Warden. I mean, look at me. I’m not like him. I … Hannah,” he said.
“Don’t,” Dirty said, and he got to his feet, ready to be there for his brother. “You can’t think that way.”
“I … I don’t know what to think right now. I mean, I let Hannah die.”
“You didn’t let her die.” He walked over to Colt and grabbed the brother’s neck and pulled him close so their foreheads were together. “Don’t let that shit in. You didn’t let her die. There was nothing you could have done.”