Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“And I want to spend it, but I know that it’ll draw attention.” I sighed. “I am going to move out, though.”
“What about your siblings?” he asked as he helped me climb on behind him.
I sighed again. “They’ll be coming with me.”
“Your mom’s okay with that?” he asked.
“Not necessarily.” I shrugged as I threaded my arms around his solid torso. “I’m just going to have to do it slowly, so it looks like a normal next step. The lawyer wants us to try to make it stretch out into about a six-month period.”
I tried not to address Harrington as anything but my lawyer.
I noticed that it was a sore subject for Posy, and tried not to broach it if I didn’t have to.
It was the quickest way to kill the mood, and it sucked when Posy clammed up tight.
That was one thing that we didn’t talk about.
His family.
“Are you still okay with going to the clubhouse with me?” he asked. “We can grab something to eat before we go. Usually they have food, but we’re already a bit late. There’s no telling what’ll be left.”
I’d offered to go with him earlier, but he’d admitted that he really couldn’t until he got all the animals taken care of. Truthfully, it worked out better for me because I had other things to be doing besides sitting at a party. Like staring at my bank account balance, questioning whether I should pinch myself again or not.
Something that was still so overwhelming that it startled me each time I remembered it’d happened.
“I’m more than ready,” I said. “How do you feel about Taco Bell?”
He scrunched up his nose. “Usually, I’d say gross. But today it does sound pretty good. Plus it’s fast, and easy.”
“Where is this clubhouse that you’re taking me to?” I wondered.
“Forty-five minutes away or so,” he explained. “So that’s why I suggested eating in town first. I know it’s late.”
It was just past seven in the evening, and I’d been starving since I’d eaten breakfast—which arguably wasn’t very much.
Plus, I’d gone on a run today in the middle of the day and had yet to eat anything.
There was no food in the house, again.
Calliope and Kent ate like horses, and didn’t seem to understand that food didn’t just magically appear.
Though, Kent ate all the food because he knew that I’d gotten paid, and that we’d have enough food to go around now.
Calliope ate all the food because she didn’t fucking care.
That was another reason why I wanted to move out.
Eventually, Calliope would start catching on.
And then she’d start running her mouth.
The longer I could keep the asshole Taryn out of my business, the better.
Taco Bell was fantastic.
My belly was full of bean burrito as we finally pulled into the Truth Tellers clubhouse an hour later.
Posy pulled up to the front, then shut off the bike.
A chorus of ‘hey, Docs!’ came from all directions.
I smiled.
“Why do they call you Doc?” I asked.
I’d heard his club name, after all.
We’d run into quite a few Truth Tellers who stopped by randomly to visit with Doc, and they’d all referred to him by his club name.
However, I’d never gotten around to asking him why.
“Some will say it’s because of my paramedic background,” he said. “But it’s because I seem to ‘know everything.’”
I burst out laughing, tears filling my eyes at the hilarity.
“You do know everything,” I pointed out. “I asked you a few days ago how many acres you thought were on the moon, and you had an exact answer for me.”
He grinned.
“But this is the first time I’m hearing about you having a paramedic background,” I said. “Was that only in the military?”
He helped me off the bike, then took my helmet off before placing both his and mine on the seat of his bike before taking my hand and leading me through the maze of bikes to the front door.
“I actually do both,” he admitted. “Though, I only pick up a couple of night shifts a month to keep my license active at this point.”
“Wow,” I shook my head. “Where do you work?”
“Dallas Fire Department,” he answered. “You ready for this?”
I grinned. “Of course.”
Just sayin’, but I wasn’t ready.
I was nervous as hell.
But I put that brave face on anyway and walked into the clubhouse with him.
I was drunk.
I was really, really drunk.
But I was having a good time.
I didn’t think I’d ever smiled this much in my life, either.
“You’re joking!”
That was Keely, the sister of a member of the Truth Tellers MC.
Her brothers were Copper—known as Bird—Cutter, known as Coastguard, and Chevy, known as Chaos.
Then there was Webber, whose real name was Piers. He was the club president.
Jinx’s real name was Gunner.
Hush’s real name was Jasper. He was the scarred man that was there, but didn’t say anything, giving his nickname a more “true” feeling to it.