Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 49530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Realizing what she said, Harper rushed to add, “He’s trained to make people feel better. He was a medic in the army for a long time. Now as a paramedic with the firefighters, he still uses his medical skills to save lives. He treats all the Shadowridge Guardians. You saw him take two of Rock’s loaded tacos and pour it on a bed of lettuce at dinner tonight.”
“But you’re okay if he sees us naked? Daddy’s going to make me get naked,” Elizabeth warned.
“All the Daddies make Littles get naked in the medical room. I think it’s like the law. At first it made me nervous that he’d think you all were prettier than me, but Daddy explained about the difference of seeing a Little through the eyes of her Daddy and as a medical practitioner,” Harper explained.
Elizabeth stopped and thought for a minute. “That makes sense. I hadn’t thought of him like two different people. Doc loves you so much. That’s easy for everyone to see.”
Harper smiled and nodded. “He chose me. I don’t know why.”
“I do. You’re amazing and he knows he found the perfect Little girl to make his,” Elizabeth stressed.
“Exactly,” Remi chimed in.
“Yes!” Ivy agreed and everyone else nodded.
Harper smiled and wrapped her arms around herself. “We really are lucky to have found our Daddies. Even if Elizabeth has a sore butt.”
“Don’t remind me,” Elizabeth joked, rubbing her bottom.
“What are you going to do about the Devil’s Jesters?” Carlee asked.
“I don’t know. I get the feeling something is going on. Why come to the courthouse where there’s always going to be security? It doesn’t make any sense,” Elizabeth mused.
“You’re there,” Ivy pointed out.
“Yeah. That’s what I’m afraid of. Why are they coming at me?”
“You need to be careful,” Harper warned.
“Oh, I will be,” Elizabeth promised.
Chapter
Fifteen
Thank goodness it’s Friday.
Elizabeth loved her job and all her commitments, but this week had been a doozy. It had also been a good week. She and Talon had dined with her parents. Seeing Talon in the one tailored suit he owned had almost made her call to cancel. Staying home to play “Find the Tattoos” was very tempting. To her surprise, they had given him a chance. Of course, Talon’s charm had won them over. He’d also brought a very unique hostess gift her mother loved. Thank goodness, the pickled beets had found someone who would love them.
She’d break it to them gently that he was in a motorcycle club. In a few months.
Professionally, Elizabeth had won her cases and felt like she’d helped people. Sometimes working in the court system was frustrating. There was only room for rights and wrongs even if shades of gray should exist.
Finishing her last case at the courthouse, Elizabeth slid her papers back in her briefcase as she mentally reviewed her schedule. She had a couple of meetings back at her office and then she could head home to Talon.
“Home,” she repeated to herself.
It had been a long time since she’d actually wanted to have time off. Spending the weekend with her ex-husband had been stressful and unpleasant. Then after their divorce, the quiet had been overwhelming. Going home sounded good again now.
Smiling, she turned to leave the trial area. The grizzled face in front of her made her grab her phone.
“Don’t. Actually, you can if you want. Talon should know what’s going on,” Vengeance said.
She knew he remained sitting to appear less threatening. His bulk would automatically put people on alert. “What’s going on?”
“I’d like to hire you. Well, Slash needs to hire you.”
“What? Hire me to do what?”
“Is there somewhere we could talk?” he asked as people bustled into the courtroom for the next proceeding.
“I’m not comfortable being alone with you,” Elizabeth said bluntly.
“I get that.”
Searching his face, Elizabeth noted none of the aggressive posturing she’d seen with Vengeance each time she’d met him before. She wasn’t going to forget his bullying behavior at the farmer’s market, but whatever had brought him here must be important for him to give her a peek behind the Devil’s Jester persona.
She pulled up her schedule on her phone. “I have ninety minutes open this afternoon at four. Do you want to meet me in my office? Be aware, I will have others with me for protection.”
“Slash will need to come,” Vengeance added.
“And Slash wishes to talk to me?”
“He’ll be there,” Vengeance promised.
“Four o’clock promptly.” Elizabeth pulled a card from her pocket with her contact information and handed it over.
Nodding, the large biker stood and tucked the card in his pocket before heading for the exit.
“Is everything okay, Ms. Sinclair?” the bailiff asked.
Aware the officer had hovered behind her during the conversation to make sure everything was okay, Elizabeth smiled and said, “Thank you for the backup. I think everything is okay. I need to make a phone call, and then could someone walk me to my car just in case?”