Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“Look, I was a dick, that is why I got the name.”
“You’re called that because you are one?”
“And I also have one?”
Her eyes went wide.
“I’m not going to lie to you, baby. I embody the entire title of the name Big Dick. Trust me.”
She chuckled. “You’re very strange, George.”
“And we’re still back to George.”
“It doesn’t feel right calling you anything else.”
“Tell me, Larissa, have you ever cursed? You ever say a bad thing out of those lips? Something dirty?”
He saw her cheeks flush with each word he said. Damn, he actually really liked that color on her, now he just couldn’t wait to look at her and see what she looked like after being fucked hard and rough.
“Theres no reason to say those words. Now, what can I get you, because I don’t feel this is appropriate shoptalk?”
“You afraid of Ava firing you?”
“Actually, yes. I don’t want her to think business is struggling because of me. I was the one manning the shop when it got shot at, and if people are put off by our conversation, that will mean lack of sales.”
“You’ve got a long way to go to worry about that shit.”
“I’d rather not worry about it.”
“You want to go out with me tonight?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No, thank you.”
“You keep saying no. There will come a time you’re going to want to say yes.”
And without getting a single baked treat, he stepped out of the shop. That felt way too good.
Chapter Three
Larissa sat out in the church garden listening to the late springtime birdsong. She had been invited to a small party at the Hell’s Bastards MC clubhouse, but this time she had turned it down, because she wanted to be alone. Her father was finishing up his sermon. She had listened to some of it, then stepped into the garden to listen to nature.
Andrew had finally listened to her and taken the hint that she didn’t want anything to do with him. The flowers had stopped, along with the candy. He hadn’t extended to jewelry which she appreciated. She didn’t like to send gifts back, as she felt it was rude. The flowers she had distributed amongst the graves that barely had any visitors.
“Well, hello there.”
She turned to see Dean Moseley approaching.
“Good morning, Dean.”
“I didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, stepping into the graveyard. “Is this seat taken?”
“No, of course not. Go ahead.” She offered him a smile. “Where’s Winnie?”
“She’s inside. Preparing for the children’s school.”
After her father’s main sermon, he taught Sunday school. She had attended when she was little. It was a lot of fun. She adored that her father allowed everyone to make their own choices. If they wanted to continue coming to church, it was up to them. He only spoke from the heart. He was a good man, had been an amazing father, and even a great mother.
“How are you feeling?” Larissa asked.
“Grateful. Right now, so freaking grateful. Sorry.”
“There is no reason to be sorry. It is good news, and you should be celebrating.” She reached out and put a hand on his knee. “It is something to celebrate.” She pulled back and listened to the birds.
“You know, you’re a good woman, Larissa,” he said.
“Thank you.” She always struggled with compliments. Recently she didn’t feel like a good woman. The way she felt toward Andrew was not good. There were a lot of things that had changed. “Winnie’s a good kid.”
“Larissa, I thought I might find you here,” Raven said.
She glanced over to see her friend stepping into the main church grounds. She was wearing a dress, which was rare, and she even spotted Raven’s husband, Carlos, as he remained outside the gate.
“Raven, this is Dean. Dean, this is Raven.”
“Nice to meet you,” Raven said.
Dean and Raven shook hands.
“I better head back inside.”
Larissa frowned as she got the sense Dean wanted to say something to her. Before she could ask, the other man was already on his way back into the church.
“You’re on your own again?” Raven asked.
“Just listening to the birds and nature. You know how it goes.”
“I do, but I’m curious how you’re doing?” the other woman asked.
“I’m fine.”
“Fine? Do you want to talk about it?”
She looked toward Raven and the truth was, she didn’t want to talk about it. Everyone expected her to be happy, to go back to the way she was, when life hadn’t thrown a few curveballs, like showing her men that ran away. She wasn’t judging, but Andrew had looked at her, even as bullets rained down on them, and he had run. George hadn’t. She refused to think of him as Big Dick.
Her day had started out like any other. She’d been happy but tired. She loved her job at the bakery. It was a welcome relief to all the cleaning. If she was honest, she had loved all the jobs she’d been given. She was grateful to have any. But there was just something about being in Ava’s Bakery, following her recipes, and seeing them all come to fruition. There was nothing better. She loved every second of it.