Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Kids didn’t know why they were celebrating. They only knew that they were getting presents.
Hell, I’d been in the mall parking lot earlier, picking up a tow, when a fight had broken out between a parent and a child.
It’d been over, from what I gathered, something that the mother said that the child couldn’t have because it was too expensive.
After the kid screamed at the mom at the top of his lungs about how ‘unfair life is,’ he got into their Escalade and picked up his iPhone.
Hell, when I was the kid’s age, I was lucky to get dinner.
I didn’t have a cell phone until I was nineteen and could afford to buy one myself.
My phone rang as I was thinking about it, and I placed it to my ear.
“Hello?”
“This is Bryant Humble. You called me about my place that’s for sale?”
“Yeah,” I put the truck in park. “Can I come out and look at it?”
“I’ll be there this afternoon from twelve on. I’m cleaning out the rest of our stuff. You’re welcome to come look while I’m there. Let me know when you get there, and I’ll come down and open the gate for you.”
After agreeing, I hung the phone up, then looked back at the man who was still getting shit out of his truck.
I’d been sitting in the same exact spot for well over twenty minutes with my truck idling. His SUV had been loaded up for almost all of those minutes. It’d only been when I’d gotten the last chain on that he decided that maybe he needed his Christmas gifts out of the back.
Which then turned into him and his wife cleaning the entire fucking SUV out instead of just grabbing the presents.
Now I was waiting for him to hand down what looked to be the tire iron.
I sighed and ran my finger over my phone, wondering what Kayla was doing.
She’d been at the office when I’d left, filing paperwork.
I’d brushed my hand across her ass as I’d left, and she’d mock glared at me. Then had blown me a kiss.
On a whim, I texted her.
Parker: Want to look at a house with me
Kayla: Sure. When?
Parker: Now
Kayla: Are you picking me up?
Parker: Yes, if you don’t mind the bike.
Kayla: It’s cold AF outside.
Parker: What does AF mean
Kayla: As fuck.
Parker: I have an old leather jacket and some chaps in my closet in my room. They were mine before boot camp. I think they might fit your scrawny thighs
Kayla: Only you would think my thunder thighs were scrawny. LOL
Parker: They’re scrawny compared to mine
Kayla: Do I have to wear pants underneath them?
Parker: If you want your ass to be covered….
Kayla: I meant, can I wear my leggings since that’s what I’m wearing. Or do I need to change into jeans?
Parker: Jeans should always be what you wear when you’re on a motorcycle. I don’t care who you ride with. Your uncles. Me. You wear pants. Other than the leathers, they’ll do the best job of protecting your legs in case you happen to lay the bike down.
Kayla: Yes, daddy.
Parker: I’m not your father, dear.
Kayla: I know that. But you’re acting like one.
Parker: No, I’m acting like someone who cares about you and wants to make sure that your legs are always able to wrap around my head when I’m going down on you.
Kayla: Is it hot in here, or is it just me?
Parker: I’m currently sitting in nineteen-degree temperatures waiting for a man to get all the shit out of his car that he wants. I think it’s just you.
Kayla: I’ll see you when you get here…when will that be exactly?
Parker: Probably in about an hour. Don’t eat. We’ll grab some chicken from the gas station.
Kayla: You’re literally my hero. Be safe. See you in a few. <3
I stared at that heart for quite a long time, wondering what it meant.
She said she loved me. My only worry was that she’d said that in the heat of the moment and may not have meant it after her heart rate had settled.
My hope was that it was really how she felt, but she hadn’t repeated it nor had she even brought it up in any of our conversations again.
I needed to find a way to address it again without being too obvious about my feelings in the process. Because I couldn’t have this being only one-sided. I needed her with me.
An hour later, I backed the company truck into a parking spot at the back of the lot.
My eyes were trained on my rearview mirror, so I didn’t actually see her come down the steps that led up to our apartments until I’d put the truck in park and started to get out.
With one foot on the ground, and the other still in the truck, I finally saw what she was wearing.