Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“I can easily see you in a Range Rover. And you looked really hot driving my Vette. I would have suggested one of those, but we really need something with more than two seats, and a cargo area for hauling stuff around, don’t you think? Who knows where we may need to go now that I’m in the UFC and you’re about to graduate. And what if we just want to pack up and take a vacation? Drive up the coast or something, or take a bed and breakfast tour. We need an SUV.”
“It would be for both of us, then?” His face said he was considering it now.
“Yeah. Only you’d sort of keep it.”
“In that case, I guess I can’t say no. I already feel bad for making you ride around in this broken-down hunk of garbage.” Jamie pulled out onto the road with a reserved sigh.
“Damn, I’ve never heard anyone so depressed about getting a new car. This is a good thing, okay? I don’t like the idea of you riding around in something that could leave you on the side of the road, or worse.” I frowned and glanced suspiciously around the car. “This isn’t about being sentimental, is it? You worried about losing the stains on the backseat from where you and the Mexi-bitch had sex?”
He rolled his eyes at me. “I don’t have the slightest clue who you’re talking about. Did I ever date a Mexi-bitch? I can’t seem to remember.”
Jamie knew the way to the Land Rover dealership, but we needed to take care of our other business first, starting with food. The restaurant Jamie chose was decent. For a healthy eatery, there were some questionable items on the menu, including several sugary desserts that made me shake my head. But it was fun eating together after weeks apart. Jamie was the only person who could make me see eating as anything besides a necessary function for survival.
“What are you smiling about,” Jamie asked, jogging me out of my thoughts.
“Just remembering your birthday meal, and that bucket of vanilla root beer I chugged.”
Jamie laughed. “Yeah, and those greasy bacon burgers.”
“And the white cake at Enzo’s.”
“Our wedding cake,” Jamie mused. “I miss Enzo. I miss everything… Mostly you.”
For some reason, that made me feel a blush coming on. I took another bite of food as a distraction, and the rest of the meal took on a pensive tone.
During our shopping spree to get our burner phones, it did occur to me that if someone was following us, then keeping our old phones wouldn’t be an effective sleight of hand. But then, who cared if we were being followed? They couldn’t actually do anything to us, so we might as well enjoy ourselves. Jamie seemed to have been swayed by my efforts to convince him that there was no real danger, and that was a very good thing.
Our dealership visit went awkward the minute we stepped onto the showroom floor and every eye zeroed in on me. I wish I could say it was because of my staggering good looks, or because I was a recognized celebrity now, or even because I had the most adorable guy in the world at my side. But none of those things were the reason I’d drawn everyone’s attention.
“Why didn’t you remind me to go get clothes first?” I mumbled at Jamie out of the side of my mouth as the first salesman approached. “I look like a jackass.”
The rail-thin sales manager who sashayed over to us made no secret of looking down his nose at me and my shirt. “Skilled in every position. How charming.” As his eyes ate up every inch of me, I was certain of two things: He thought there was no way in hell I could afford one of his precious cars, and he wanted to suck my dick. Let’s just say it was a pleasure shutting him down on both counts.
We chose a black Range Rover Autobiography with a navy blue and gray interior. Top of the line. Fuck you, buddy.
“Jesus Christ, Kage.” Jamie pulled me aside and gaped when the salesman stepped away to get our paperwork started, leaving us standing beside the vehicle we’d claimed as our own. “You can’t spend almost two hundred grand on a car. We could buy my dream house with that.”
“Jamie, that’s not a dream house. It’s just a house. You deserve better.”
“No, I don’t. What are you doing?” He glanced toward the dealership office, then back at my determined face. “You’re doing it because of him, aren’t you? Because he teased you about your shirt.”
“Of course not. And he didn’t just tease me about my shirt. He insinuated that I couldn’t afford to buy you one of these things. Fuck him. I can buy you whatever you want. Tell me something you want, and we’ll go buy it right now.”