Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
She eyed him suspiciously. “Is there a but? There’s always a but.”
“Hmm, is it a red butt? Because then it would be yours.”
She pointed at him. “I see what you did there and I do not like it.”
Remy just grinned. He had a gorgeous smile and she hadn’t seen him smile much. In fact, she couldn’t remember ever seeing him smile at anyone except . . . except for her.
“Have you got your car back, baby?” he asked.
“Oh, no. Hopefully, next Wednesday.”
“And are you feeling all right about driving it?”
No.
She shrugged.
“Uh-uh, shrugging isn’t an answer. Yes or no.”
She sighed. “I don’t know. I feel a bit nervous. But that’s silly, nothing is going to happen.”
He frowned. “It’s all right to be afraid.”
Um. No it wasn’t. Being afraid was for wimps.
Wait. Nope. That was her dad talking. Urgh.
She wiped that thought from her head and looked up longingly at the whoopie pie cookies. These were the best cookies in the world.
“All I want is a bit of whoopie,” she muttered.
He nearly choked. “What?”
“Um, oh . . . I . . . shit. Did I say that out loud?” She felt her cheeks growing hot.
“You did. There seems to be a theme. First, you told me you needed to get off and now you want some whoopee?”
Dear. Lord.
Would the ground just open up and swallow her? Please?
“Whoopie pie! I want Whoopie Pie!” She stomped her foot for emphasis because everyone knew that you really, really meant what you said when you added a foot stomp.
Although she did wish she’d said that a bit quieter.
Remy placed a hand on the shelf above her head and leaned into her. “Little girl, sounds to me like you’re throwing a tantrum. That would be naughty, though, wouldn’t it? It would probably lead to you getting your bottom spanked. Right here in the middle of the grocery store.”
Holy crap.
She didn’t know whether he was serious or not . . . surely he wasn’t.
Yeah? And why are you feeling curious right now instead of horrified?
“I don’t want my butt spanked.”
“Then best you remember your manners.” He gave her a stern look.
God, she wanted to let her Little side slip free. Sometimes it was so hard to control herself. With Loki, she could sort of her let her out. But she was always aware that she didn’t want to weird him out.
Although Loki was generally pretty accepting of everyone and everything.
“Can I please have the cookies?” she asked. “Pretty please with rainbows and sprinkles? Please, your royal towering tower of tallness?”
“That’s better.” Reaching up, he grabbed the cookies.
Damn. He did that with such ease.
She wasn’t jealous.
Nope. Not her.
“Here you are, baby. Oh, wait . . .” He held them up above his head.
Isa narrowed her gaze. “You better give me those cookies, or I’ll open a can of whoopie on your ass!”
“I’m pretty sure you mean open a can of whoop ass,” he said dryly.
“That too! Gimme my cookies, Lurch!”
He raised his eyebrows. “Now, that doesn’t sound like a girl who actually wants cookies.”
Grr. She’d cookie his ass.
No, she had no idea what that meant but it sounded good in her head.
“I was simply going to ask when we’re going out on that date.”
Shit. She glanced around, worried that Loki would come up on them. He was choosing their ice cream. That usually took him a while.
“You’re looking for him.” There was a strange look on Remy’s face. Disappointment?
Shoot. She hated this.
Tears filled her eyes and she closed them.
Big girls don’t cry.
Don’t be a wuss, Isa.
“Isa, what’s wrong? Hey, baby, look at me.”
“Isa? What’s going on? What did you do to her?” Loki demanded.
Shoot. She smothered her feelings and opened her eyes as Loki tried to shove Remy aside. To her surprise, Remy moved away.
“Tink, what did he do?” Loki demanded.
“Nothing. He didn’t do anything. Well, other than hold my cookies hostage. A grave offense.”
“What? Why wouldn’t you give her the cookies?” Loki glared at Remy.
Shit.
“Loki, it was a joke. Remy was helping me get the cookies.”
“You looked like you were going to cry. You never cry.” Loki eyed them both suspiciously.
“Maybe she should cry more,” Remy suggested. “It’s healthy to cry.”
“Are you saying you cry?” She gave Remy a suspicious look.
He grinned. “Healthy for you. If I cry, people think it’s the apocalypse.”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s so silly. But yay, cookies!” She took them, doing a small victory dance.
Remy shook his head at her. “You’re crazy. You’re not going to eat all this junk food tonight, are you?” He stared into the cart next to Loki.
“No, of course not!” she said. “We’ll save some of the ice cream for tomorrow night. Tonight, it’s my choice of TV shows. Tomorrow, it’s Loki’s. And I’ve just realized how sad we sound.” She bumped into Loki, who was being surprisingly quiet.