Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
All the while, I tried to contain the urge to burst into tears.
Chapter 19
If you’re waiting for me to give a shit, you might want to get a snack. It’s gonna be a while.
-Text from Hannah to Travis
Hannah
I walked out of the courtroom shoulder to shoulder with Wolf, knowing that Travis was behind me, likely staring holes through the back of my neck.
I stopped and turned. “Can you unlock the truck?”
He pulled his keys out and pointed the fob at the truck, which was quite close to the front of the building.
Travis didn’t care that he had a large truck and he probably shouldn’t park it in a spot reserved for small, compact cars. He never had, and that used to be something that I found endearing in him.
Right then, though, it pissed me off.
Everything about him today was pissing me off.
Fucking asshole.
The moment I got to the passenger side back door, I yanked it open and picked up my concealed carry gun that I’d taken out of my purse in deference to the rules of the courthouse.
Nobody was allowed to carry a concealed weapon into any government building unless they were an officer of the law—on duty.
“You conceal carry?” Wolf asked in complete surprise.
I nodded and put the gun into place in my overly large purse.
“Yeah,” I said. “My brother made me get it when I was twenty-one. How did you not know this?”
Wolf shrugged. “That’s good thinking. Especially in this day and age.”
I nodded and walked with him, stopping in front of his bike.
“You know,” I said. “He’s really going to kill me if I get on the back of this bike with you.”
It was like rubbing salt into an open wound.
I looked over at Travis, who was standing on the side of the walkway next to his truck, staring at me with open anger.
And it wasn’t anger at me or at the situation.
Three hours ago, at the first court hearing, Allegra had gotten away with forty-eight hours of community service, and jail time on the weekends from six in the afternoon on Saturday to six in the afternoon on Sunday for the next twenty-eight weeks.
One hour ago, in deference to the new weekend plans that Allegra now had, the judge gave custody over to Travis every weekend, but during the week, she was to be given the choice to stay with her mother if she so wished.
Even I had been flabbergasted, and very angry at that.
Travis, though?
He’d been seconds away from contempt of court. It was only his lawyer who’d kept him in line. His lawyer pretty much said that he needed to get his attitude in check or the judge was going to be problematic.
Then he’d looked at me so angrily as if it’d been all my fault, and I’d sat back in my chair and blinked.
Blinked.
I’d never, not once, had that much anger directed at me.
That was until Allegra had looked over at me seconds before she was led out of the courtroom for her new weekend plans.
The look she gave me would’ve flayed skin off of a lesser woman’s bones. Naturally, I’d folded my arms across my chest and stared at her just as angrily back, and something had slid through her gaze. A promise of retribution.
Luckily, I was made of hardier stuff, and controlled my anger—unlike Travis—and waited until she was led out of the courtroom before standing up and leaving.
That had led me to now, as I sped walked toward Wolf’s bike, with a very angry Travis at my back.
“Your husband-to-be isn’t going to kill you,” he promised.
The sick feeling in my stomach only got bigger.
“He’s not my husband-to-be,” I managed to tell him.
Then, with a new pep in my step, I got on the back of Wolf’s bike—like I’d done quite a few times before—and waited for him to mount in front of me.
He did, but I didn’t scoot closer like I would’ve once done.
No matter how pissed off I was at Travis, Wolf had a wife now. A wife that I adored, and I’d never do that to.
I attempted a look under my lashes out of the side of my eye at where Travis had last been standing and nearly jolted at the look of cold fury in his eyes.
Oh, yeah. He was pissed. So pissed, in fact, that I knew I’d hear it when we got back.
Did that stop me from leaving? No.
Did that stop me from laughing when Wolf said something to make me giggle moments later? No.
Why? Because Travis was a big, fat jerk.
Chapter 20
Mom: Watch your language.
Me: Oh, fuck. Sorry.
Travis
“You’re being a complete dick to her,” Baylor pointed out.
I flipped him off and walked to the truck that I’d unlocked for her.
“What’d she get out of here?” Baylor asked curiously.
“Her purse?” I guessed.
“No, she had her purse with her,” he said.