Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“What’s the plan?” Shadow asks as we pack our things.
Never stop moving forward. It’s a vow we took when we first started this organization. As uncaring as it seems, we can’t get bogged down by emotion and what-ifs.
“Home,” I say as I shove my wadded up clothing into my duffle bag. I don’t even fold them knowing I’ll have to wash everything once I get back to the states.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Wrench asks from across the room. “We’ve been here for over two weeks working this damn case, and now we don’t even get to celebrate?”
I know why he’s pissed. Every mission we’ve ever had we spend a night celebrating, which usually includes a bar and women. That’s what was happening in Denver the night I met Em. It doesn’t hold the same appeal for me, and my girl is back at the club house. Going by her super sweet texts over the last two weeks, she’s missing me as much as I miss her.
I look over at Shadow and see him giving me a knowing smile. A quick glance at Ace just tells me he’s ready to get back home as well. He has a pretty steady girl. I wouldn’t put it past him to find some chick to sleep with if he was given the opportunity but from the look on his face, he couldn’t care less which way I went.
“You can celebrate on the plane.” I turn my attention back to packing even though I know Wrench isn’t going to be happy with my final decision.
“There ain’t no pussy on the plane!”
I look up at him and zip my duffle bag. I smile the whole way over to him and drop my bag at his feet. Pissing him off is becoming one of my favorite pastimes.
“Be gentle with my bag, Wrench. I’ve got a souvenir for my girl in it.”
I catch Shadow’s laugh and Wrench’s long line of expletives as I leave the room.
Chapter 19
Emmalyn
I roll my eyes as I roll over in bed and see that the sun is just barely up. Diego texted last night and let me know that they were heading back and should arrive early this evening. I know the excitement of him being back is what has me waking up like a kid on Christmas morning. It just means the day will take longer as I anticipate his return.
I dress quickly in a pair of blue jeans and a tank top before leaving the room in search of Rose, which in turn means Kid. I find both of them just sitting down to breakfast. Other members of the club are there as well. The relief that came with the knowledge that the guys were coming back soon is palpable in the air.
The last two weeks the stress has been almost tangible around each and every member. No one will tell me what they are off doing. Each and every time I’ve asked, the rehearsed response is always “Ask Kincaid.” So that’s on my list of things to do when I see him later.
I grab a plate and load it up before sitting between Kid and Rose at our usual table. I smile when I hear some of the other guys laughing at another table; it’s not a sound we’ve heard very much recently. The sudden change in the atmosphere around the clubhouse concerns me because it’s apparent with their relief that what Diego’s been doing had to have been very dangerous. Why else does it seem like only now are the members able to breathe a sigh of relief?
“I was hoping you could take me to grab a few things,” I tell Kid.
“I have an appointment this afternoon,” Rose cuts in. “I won’t be able to join you guys.”
I look back to Kid. He looks like he knows I’m going to back out if Rose can’t go. I shrug.
“That’s fine. Are you busy?” I direct my question back at him.
His eyes widen marginally but a smile marks his face, and his baby blue eyes are sparkling.
It seems being okay to go somewhere alone with one of the members of the club is a milestone.
I hear Doc laugh, something he always seems to be doing. “Let your President see you smiling at her like that.”
His smile drops so fast I can’t help but laugh myself.
***
I tortured Kid for several hours with shopping. I was very selective, which took longer than it normally would. I shouldn’t have spent any of the money I’d made from tips the last week and a half, but I’d put some away to give to Diego for some of the things he’s paid for, and there were a few things that I wanted.
I got very plain Jane lingerie when I went shopping the first time. I went for comfort and price, but now that I know he’ll be home this evening, I have the urge to have something sexy under my clothes. I have no direct plans for him to even see me in only panties and a bra, but sexy underthings make me feel more feminine.